This is a song about "Karlie"

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly