This is a song about "Sincre"

Doctor: no!!! nurse get in here! we have an emergency!

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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,

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit