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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania