This is a song about "Shauna"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

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