This is a song about "Onegaishimasu"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Spiralling down for what seems and eternity,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,