This is a song about "Kyree"

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Doctor: no!!! nurse get in here! we have an emergency!

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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