This is a song about "Mateusz"

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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