(Thru) The Gates of the Big Fruit

We live in vinegar and sour is our part Insects we tripple for that reward yeah yeah It's syrup that dries up, never enough It streams for the hilltop Foretold the honey god, yeah yeah Through the gates of the big fruit We juke and jive Through the gates of the big fruit We try to survive Through the gates of the big fruit We juke and jive Through the gates of the big fruit We try to survive Through the gates Gates of the big fruit, there are many ways Little all know only the path that's paved, yeah yeah No feeling at all only from one canal Hairy antennae to make one's hell, yeah yeah The tap preserve sweet treasured that's bred rare All bats just glad to suck vacuum instead, yeah yeah The closest heaven considered as loot The core that we reach, to make bitter fruit, yeah