We end with the Human Race here on this fine evening
Sitting here in a Temple crafted by flesh and bone,
And we continue on with the Machines in this fine century
Sitting here in a Theater crafted by wires and steel

This praying mantis evolution is a process of a few swift thrusts
Much like an Ice Age much like a sacrifice in a slick sharp Temple

Of some new metallic race

But I always get lost when I think of you and I-

Loving you is like this evening-

Your love is like this boy sitting between me and his girlfriend
We three side by side watching Machines play Humans on a silver screen

(I swear each and every one of us is being replaced every day)

Your love is like this boy, the movie sucks big time but this boy’s right leg
Is gradually pressing into my left, your love is that secret pressure

His hand is holding hers, but through the corner of his pretty eye he is touching me
This movie sucks big time but Brad is naked again and the air gets harder
With every thud of my lusting heart the air gets harder with his pressing leg

Your love is like this boy,
Your fears are like his girlfriend as they hold hands in the dark
She’s not ready to give him up

Your love is like his leg pressing into mine
But I look away,
The lights come up
And I look away

I draw back my leg from the mantis hunger
The lights come up

And I walk away from you.