This is a song about "Vaqal"

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Haven't you ever seen anchorman

'cause it was an admired service-man