Awakening of Self Placating

If you got nothing on vice to play
Your message is a bluffer’s call
Intuition makes right from disarray
What touched before each fall

So if you got something tight to say
Show your real side before you spray
Or any reams you share will just be steam and hot air
Nobody relates to nobody who ain’t really been there

Done the dare, swung by fate, done the escape
Run it back bare
Spin to recreate unto treasure
By every measure
Inner weight is a cunning linguist's tare

Getting under the distinctive glare
As in to spree right is to be illuminated every night
Like living under krieg lights
Every mistake, every demon, every fake reason

Every drop I allowed, every cop-out, every
Caveat or asshat I ever let pass
Every dream I ever gelled, entered and changed the lore
Any scheme any ever fell for

Translated into animal speech, re-spelled to tell more
Cellar door, hypnophonics frame dawns
Euphonics game on!