This is a song about "Allana"

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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