This is a song about "Flutes"

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

More like a battlle, a way to express yoself and protest yo self and you could

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

Late night, wind of change blows straight

Put a new meaning to obliterate