For Whom The Bee Toils

Make her flight through the sky, in the early day Constant chill deep inside
Scouting round, on the ground through the endless grey
On the flight, none in sight, yes, but who's to say?
For a hive, bees would kill. Why? They do not know Stiffened wounds test their pride
Bees of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know.

For whom the bee toils Honey, is gone
For whom the bee toils

Take a look to the sky just before you die it is the last time you will
Blackening smoke, massive smoke, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills her soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are her eyes, to this mystery she hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to see
Old one's pinched; who will be, the new queen bee

Master, master, where's the honey that I've been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies!
Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter,
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my hive!
Look at these bees coming at me All that I see Absolute Stinging
I Cannot Eat I Cannot Dress Trapped In A Hive Left Me With Life In Hell