This is a song about "Faliure"

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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