20th century honey bee
What you're doing is what you'll be
Life's no dress rehearsal when you bring the honey in
Everything seems wrong to thee
Hurtured from the poison of reality that has no mercy
All your friends went for the thrill
Now it's yours to grab the kill
Did you ever think you're getting whole again
Maybe someone send a priest
With some religion cooking in a bowl
They're in control
You got to get out of control again...
What's the f*cking thing about control
Did you think you'd ever getting whole
Just as long as there is no control
They have no control of you at all