Silent Hive

Worker bees hollowed out the bones In cancer factories that flowed with liquid gold Masses of honeycomb in foreclosed homes The mirrors are running scared of the smoke Voracious children conditioned and controlled Overconsumption let them lead us by the throat It's just the same routine you started long ago And it will only last a few weeks more Until the dead bury their own One queen-sized coffin lowered with rope The fear of closed in spaces, you allowed to grow Whispers of treason amongst the disowned Rebuild the courthouse before the gears grind cold And all of the bees died before they got old