This is a song about "Epitomy"

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

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely