This is a song about "Fto"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

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/

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

No not the heiress just one from an escort service