This is a song about "Circus with purpose"

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

Hurting others purpose- and inadvertent- ly

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Leaving you circus freaks needing emergency surgery

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

And panned out, i'm all in love

Looking for a purpose

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

People thought he's doing that on purpose

Sometimes i feel so worthless

Feel nervous, moose versus the circus