This is a song about "Melynda"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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