The Spirit of the Beehive
I SUCK THE DEVIL’S COCK
[Part 1]

I’m covered
And taking numbers at the door
Propped up, automate this experience
Don’t ask me who it’s for

I catch the sky
And hide my diamonds in your eyes
I know they shatter when they overflow
I’m daring you to come

This food will rot
On its way to the ground
I came to sing and dance for you
I came to spit into your mouth

Face to the screen
I lie completed and recede
I know that money’s just a metaphor
A cost to pull the strings

[Part 2]

Always on my mind, I saw it the first time high, alone
When you hear the call, will you answеr? Always far from home
Relapse in a car whеn my heart was hurting, broke and fried
When you walk alone, can you feel it follow? I am on your side
Sometimes I find my impulse is to stare straight into the sun
Motion sickness creeps in. When I was fifteen I knew how to run
I swear I’ll find you once again, I know love never ends
Remember when the feeling is gone

[Part 3]

Dropped blood on the picture
It won’t smudge but look away
I know you feel it, it’s hard to see
But it’s different now

No money left to spend
No one to spend it on
I know you feel it, it’s hard to
It’s all different now

Dropped blood on the picture
It won’t smudge but look away
I know you feel it, it’s hard to see
But it’s different now

No money left to spend
No one to spend it on
I know you feel it, it’s hard to
It’s all different now
[Part 4]

Scared of needles
But not of everything
Another middle class
Dumb American
Falling asleep

He don’t appreciate
Constructive criticism
His glow, it permeates
Beyond the scope of vision
You’re a special soul

So let your ego die
And burn up everything
You don't need their help
You don't need anything
You're in control