This is a song about "Selyn"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Being chased by the tears of a stronger man,

'cause it was an admired service-man