This is a song about "Alex breen"

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

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

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service