This is a song about "Iridosiclytos"

Spiralling down for what seems and eternity,

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses