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Insect lust or insect love, |
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There's no telling them apart if you're not a bug. |
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But from down here I can see the gears |
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The guts of the watches, molecular tiers. |
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Now, if you're a bug in insect love |
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Then you only do things with other bugs. |
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But if it's lust and survival's a must |
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Then the things that you do are to other bugs. |
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There are laws built into the nest and this is the crux of it. |
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But how do you apply this to the world? |
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We are given too much room to be expected to do only good. |
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We are more curious than bold |
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and we were quiet before we went cold. |
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Animal art or animal sh*t? |
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Boot legged thoughts or collegiate wit? |
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It all looks the same if it ain't holy writ. |
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But from up here I can see the gears, |
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. |
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Where the guts of the clocks mimic the heavenly spheres. |
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Our mathematics and faiths |
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Are just ways of devouring space while we continue to devolve. |
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Separate hearts are the whole of the law x10 |
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