This is a song about "Jesper"

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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/

Dial up words but they're not in service

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