This is a song about "Shitting on the universe"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

A gift a lift a revolutionary continental shift for the whole universe

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

It's more than a blessing, its the universe expressing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Spitting the venom while shitting within em, until they soul need a enema