This is a song about "Fure"

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

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

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive