This is a song about "Subaru"

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

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

Dial up words but they're not in service