This is a song about "Crushes"

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

Crowd screaming like terio,"ooh, kill 'em!"

In fact, you faggots tag it as our meekest minority

Nonhuman, mash pies in the face because they live in a sorority

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air