This is a song about "Mosconi"

But to this very day, not a single soul knew

Resurrected like yew, right on cue, that's how i fucking dew

Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

Inability to notice the smile of death, your only cue and my only tell,

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell