This is a song about "Amethyst"

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?