Falling through the static haze, Another god with a plastic face, Feeding on the noise and lies, Selling truth in disguise. Wires hum, they hum our names, Nothing left but the hunger games, We breathe in pride, exhale decay, And call it progress anyway. I see the mirrors, they all scream back, Different masks, same heart attack. Sweet like honey, bitter inside, Dripping from the mouth of a poisoned hive, Egos buzz, and the world divides, We’re the swarm that eats itself alive. Another king with an open wound, Crowned in dust, the end resumes, Shadows crawl where truth should bloom, We built our graves in the boardroom. Faith sold cheap on a credit line, God’s just a product redefined, You can’t buy peace, but you can try, As the bees crawl in and multiply. We light the fire, and pray for rain, But all we get is more disdain. Sweet like honey, bitter inside, Dripping from the mouth of a poisoned hive, Egos buzz, and the world divides, We’re the swarm that eats itself alive. Can you feel it crawling in? Little wings beneath your skin. Buzzing voices, all the same, Whisper softly, “Who’s to blame?” Sweet like honey, bitter inside, Dripping from the mouth of a poisoned hive, Egos buzz, and the world divides, We’re the swarm that eats itself alive. (Sweet like honey… sweet like honey…) We’re the swarm that eats itself alive. “The queen is dead… long live the hive.” ♤♡◇♧
