The Spirit of the Beehive
THE DOOR IS CLOSING
Commit to your con
I’ll wait
My number called
An eternal state
A comedy
That i can’t see
Cut through the fog
Permanent dilation
Mass intimidation
Carefully avoiding promises
And i lie
Through my teeth and my eyes
Through my bones
Walking through the final act
I never think twice
I keep it on my back
Unfortunate
An age of debt
I take in the ground
Creep
Around the halls
I know it all
Comes back
To bite
Believers don’t fight
Or sweat through the night
But I do
I got no energy anymore
I know the door is closing
On me