kill the queen

i know

that i'll grow. into

your foe. your show

has closed

your soul spark

exposed. i know

that you'll grow. into

your hole. 'cos you stole

your young. helpless now as they come to blows.with your spurious tone. you cannot reason

with the one who wears the crown

so they leave us with no choice but to shut this engine down

and although it makes you sad

to murder our machine

it's high time we left the hive; these worker bees must kill the queen. you've mourned

your slaves. you wanted us like flowers.pissed on us like graves. you want.our votes. guns in our backs.knives at our throats. you cannot reason

with the one who wears the crown

so they leave us with no choice but to shut this engine down

and although it makes you sad

to murder our machine

it's high time we left the hive; these worker bees must kill the queen.