This is a song about "Whitecross"

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars