This is a song about "Emiel"

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service