This is a song about "Darja"

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers