Production Lyrics - Dig - I Mother Earth

This man may have a shit load to prove 

He's got to settle a score against the groove 

Infinite orgasm, endless joy and pain 

Like thunder to my ears, like a holy rain 

An aural wall of waking, a wash in purple paint 

And a digging of the flowers in your yard 

Electric rays of healing intensify the feeling 

Of hatred towards the things you say I ain't 

Fear a man-child, his soul and semen 

Pathetic thoughts he thinks forever 

Heard you caused a landslide, walking home 

Saw you slide the man-child under your coat 

Product of your generation 

Product of your masturbation 

Product of a master plan 

Product of a holy man