This is a song about "Madeleine mccann"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?