This is a song about "Wamp"

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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