Hallowed by thy dung, a fecal tour of fortune Sifting through mysteries of brown delight Predicting future guided by excrements Shallow by thy dung, the truth lies within rectum Bowing down to the porcelain god I am anxiously fishing for more predictions Excremental veracity, we shall bow down to turd almighty Oh holy crap, once from the pooper now shall be heard This pungent mess, the whole wheat shaman of death Show me the light, from true vision I am bereft An organic puzzle of methane to behold at last To behold full breath Now comes the fever, a true believer, epiphany through solid waste Through holy feces, a true reliever, epiphany from this septic tank Excremental veracity, we shall bow down to turd almighty Oh holy crap, once from the pooper now shall be heard This pungent mess, the whole wheat shaman of death I gain wisdom from every turd My fecal visions shall forever be heard