This is a song about "Dought"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

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

'cause it was an admired service-man