This is a song about "Enrage"

He left his home searching for hope urges,

The wrath of my verses.

I was born to do great things, i aint just speaking chatter

Black hoodie on my head eyes full of anger

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers