This is a song about "Romeinen"

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

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

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