This is a song about "Deforestation"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

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