This is a song about "Aug"

I must be frowned upon by all other nationalities,

Its bred to dismember personalities

Its alright we can sell your corpse at auction and you life will just be forgotten

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

I'd overflow emotions, then i'd overthrow and hold the throne,