This is a song about "Nicholls"

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

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