This is a song about "Keomacraft"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service