This is a song about "Garon"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers