This is a song about "Nightlight"

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

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