This is a song about "Sourdeadly"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

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