This is a song about "Tristin"

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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