This is a song about "Tyr"

Dial up words but they're not in service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

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