Holy Book of Dilemma (Explicit)

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's 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 sh*t

Boot legged thoughts or collegiate wit

It all looks the same if it ain't holy writ

But from up here I can see the gears

Where the guts of the clocks mimic the heavenly spheres

Our mathematics and faiths

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