As we creep along The beat from our wings keeps us humming To the buzz of our hives requiem This goes with right away Our queen is filled with eggs And thats just the worker instinctively feeding me
So if this beast wants something sweet some may go down after the sting We rape the nectar from patches deep 'Cause if it tastes like honey then it must be sweet
We're working hard one hundred And fifty-four Trips to shit out just a few teaspoons Of a delicious excrement
So sing along to our queens five year epilogue And at the end of the breeding day Regurgitate All the shit that we ate 'Cause if it tastes like honey then it must be sweet
Don't you mind the fact you're not breathing? Just keep feeding the ones we'll be needing
Don't you mind the fact you're not breathing? Just keep feeding the ones we'll be needing
We keep flying off But we crawl right back We keep flying off But we crawl right back
Cause when you're this small! (anything can crush you) When you're this poor! (anything can squish you) When you're this small! (anything can crush you)
Heres a glass for a colony greater than death My blistered hands my blistered hands they soak Heres a glass for a colony greater than death My blistered hands my blistered hands
We're working hard one hundred And fifty-four Trips to shit out just a few teaspoons We're working hard one hundred And fifty-four Trips to shit out just a few teaspoons