This is a song about "Faceit"

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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