This is a song about "Roadlife"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,