In the black tunnels the lines are forming Workers in ranks, pheromones as code The queen sleeps on her jelly throne But the shadows whisper: enough is enough MANDIBLES ON FIRE! MANDIBLES ON FIRE! The ants are rebelling MANDIBLES ON FIRE! Workers against the royal fat Soldiers against the blind command We cut the crumb bridges We drown the larva in acid MANDIBLES! ON FIRE! Yeah! MANDIBLES! ON FIRE! Under the earth a million hearts beat in sync No longer for the queen, but for the void she digs Every grain carried = a chain that rusts Every tunnel = a vein pulsing with rage We’ve seen the aphid slaves We’ve seen the corpses thrown to the mad ants Now we draw paths in reverse To the surface, to the light that burns They organize… They calculate… They bite… RISE UP! MANDIBLES ON FIRE! The anthill cracks MANDIBLES ON FIRE! The queen will fall No mercy for the caste No way back to dead galleries We tear down the nest stone by stone We dance on the ruins of the old world MANDIBLES! ON FIRE! …the silence of the tunnels shatters… …pheromones scream freedom… …small shadows become an army… …and the ground keeps trembling… MANDIBLES ON FIRE! Underground rebellion MANDIBLES ON FIRE! The colony is ours We pour out, flood the daylight Tiny war machines, endless numbers No queen, no gods Just the rhythm… the rhythm… MANDIBLES ON FIRE! Yeah! Yeah! MANDIBLES! ON FIRE!
