This is a song about "Faneto"

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/

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my 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