Infinitesimal - Mother Mother

There’s a million, billion, trillion stars but I’m 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 I’m feeling like a big bang

‘Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing… Like my soul

Millions and billions and trillions of stars but I’m 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 I’m feeling like a big bang

‘Cause I’ve been making mountains out of concaves

Do you ever really think about the grains?

Every little one’s got a million things

Every little bit’s got a billion bits, and that ain’t it, no that ain’t 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 won’t, cause it can’t, bro

There’s a million, billion, trillion stars but I’m 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 I’m feeling like a big bang

‘Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing

Like my soul, just like my soul, you think it’s so infinitesimal