This is a song about "Tamworth"

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

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,

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid