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Praying on their knees in a temple built by bees

Collecting grains of life for their holy queen

Power made by patterns only they can know

Kill the nonbelievers with the harvest that they sow

Oh baby, when you scream

Well, maybe, you'll see what I mean

Chaos magic

Meta synaptic

Oh baby, when you scream

Well, maybe

Forced into robot geometry, the apis finds its key.

Secreting scents of love, the hive's ready to break free.

Chaos magic

Meta synaptic

Oh baby, when you scream,

Well, maybe, you'll see what I mean