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Work hard, play nice, then send your souls to paradise That's your choice, one beekeeper, several billion bees My honey quota will land me a spot inside But just in case I'll soak my legs in the deepest pollen vats and then Transform worker to drone I'll dig the biggest hole Die all alone and watch my soul Just rot in dirt without a home Give us this day our daily bread But not too much, please My appetite has dried out in the last few centuries But I'm still not going hungry The few, the proud, the rebel merchants selling science Intrepid volunteers just easing in a new-school doctrine Giant lab coats and explosions, powdered old-wave revelations Dodging smoke and mirrors in the dark Transform worker to drone I'll dig the biggest hole Die all alone and watch my soul Just rot in dirt without a home The only ones with complex eyes That scan and recognize Sources soaked in hearsay These words polarize us Outdated blueprints Obsolete framework With foundations in the mud Let's show the new world how it's done So here we are And it's just me And Mr. Huxley We're right outside Open the door Because it's me And freakin' Huxley Leading not deep into deception Ladies and gentlemen, the situation has evolved Direct your attention overhead and watch the curtain fall Take a good look at the hive tonight and watch the fireflies Cut it down and say goodbye Tired bugs with complex eyes So let's utilize them and behold Ladies and gentlemen, the situation has evolved |
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