Insect lust or insect love?
There's no telling them apart if you're not a bug
But from down here I can see the gears
The guts of the watches, molecular tiers
Now if you're a bug in insect love
Then you only do things with other bugs
But if it's lust and survival is a must
Then the things that you do are to other bugs

There are laws built into the nest
And this is the crux of it
But how do you apply this to the world?
We are given too much room
To be expected to do only good
We are more curious than bold
And we were quiet before we went cold

(Animal art or animal shit?)

Boot legged thoughts or collegiate wit?
All looks the same if it ain't holy writ
But from up here I can see the gears
The guts of the clocks mimic the heavenly spheres

Our mathematics and our faith
Are just ways of devouring space while we continue to devolve
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law
Separate hearts are the whole of the law