Hail Mary Leakey

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 vast 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 one with complex eyes that scan and recognize

Sources soaked in hearsay, these words polarize us

Out-dated blueprints, obsolete framework with foundations in the mud

Lets show the new world how it's done

So here we are

And it's just me, and mixer Huxley

We're right outside, open the door

Because it's me, and friggin' 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 then watch the fireflies

Cut it down and say goodbye

Tired bugs with complex eyes, tired bugs with complex eyes

So let's utilize them and behold

Ladies and gentlemen, the situation has evolved