This is a song about "Telemarketers"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

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,

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.