This is a song about "Perished"

So stop worrying about me and sympathize with the instrumental/

While he thought he was special, he meddled 'n' reveled and perished in peril

I was shot at and thousands more perished

If you feel it, it must be real just

I took a shot at you and your entire posse perished

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Its here, the future we feared, this perished atmosphere,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill