This is a song about "Kratos"

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

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

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

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Dial up words but they're not in service