so deep underground, it ain’t detectable by sonar gear,
way off the grid for anyone to ever hear it
some might even consider it to be unfit for human ear
I’m however still releasing more and more each year
If you want to you can call it musical diarrhea,
it doesn’t matter to me as much as that you really feel that
it touches you, in ways you thought nothing should do
and that it sticks, as in the obvious example of the shoe
Been down here for so long I got used to the higher gravity
that’s how my body managed to extrapolate once it left its cavity
been pulling the moon a little closer every decade ever since
waiting for the day this whole charade ends in a major tragedy
that’s why I’m down there, in my space gear, having fun
stocking short on human contact, excessives and the sun
That’s why my shit tastes great like grannies apple pies, cause,
I’m still digging for the diamonds, searching for the name of god
until I die
