As we creep along

The beat from our wings keeps us humming

To the buzz of our hives requiem

This comb will rot away

Our queen is filled with eggs

And thats just the worker instinctively feeding me



So if these beasts wants something sweet some may go down after the sting

We've raped 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 our delicious excrement



So sing along to our queens five year epilogue

For the end of her breeding days

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

Yeah we crawl right back back

We crawl right back

We keep flying off

But we crawl right back



'Cause when you're this small! (anything can crush you)

'Cause when you're this bored! (anything can crush you)

'Cause 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