This is a song about "Madeline mikalann"

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

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

I wish that was really true man

'cause it was an admired service-man