This is a song about "Ohmystery"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously