i am the honeybee
drink the blood of the tree
i can't breathe
i can't see
evil wind comforts me
buried deep inside of me
acarine
buried deep inside of me
acarine
little mite
so much strife
multiplied through a knife
i can't fly
i can't cry
acarine
make me die
buried deep inside of me
buried deep inside of me
buried deep inside of me
acarine
acarine
acarine
glory darkness
come see
the leaf
nothing
saw smoke
life
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acarine
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