This is a song about "Shailendra kumar"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

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