Theres a million, billion, trillion stars but Im down here low Fussin over scars on my soul, on my soul, on my soul, on my soul On my soul, I am so infinitesimal, oh They say it started with a big bang But they say it came out of a small thing Lately Im feeling like a big bang Cause Ive been making something out of nothingLike my soul Millions and billions and trillions of stars but Im down here low Fussin over scars on my soul, on my soul, on my soul, on my soul On my soul, I am so infinitesimal, oh They say it started with a big bang But they say it was really just a small thing Strangely Im feeling like a big bang Cause Ive been making mountains out of concaves Do you ever really think about the grains? Every little ones got a million things Every little bits got a billion bits, and that aint it, no that aint it And did you know that when you really get close Nothing really touches, bro, just kind of floats? So when you think it might just come to blows Just so you know, it wont, cause it cant, bro Theres a million, billion, trillion stars but Im down here low Fussin over scars on my soul, on my soul, on my soul, on my soul On my soul, I am so infinitesimal, oh They say it started with a big bang But they say it was really just a small thing Strangely Im feeling like a big bang Cause Ive been making something out of nothing Like my soul, just like my soul, you think its so infinitesimal