This is a song about "Emine"

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

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

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

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

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Dial up words but they're not in service