This is a song about "Aarc"

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses