This is a song about "Caskit"

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,

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

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

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