This is a song about "Soups"

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Give a speech so we're on the same page

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

The oil-like solution dropped in solitary, so my right ear felt, very heavy

Lay around, overlapping, slap a finger, looking trendy/