This is a song about "Shadowa"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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