This is a song about "Illyasviel von einzbern"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.