This is a song about "Eren jager"

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/

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface