Kill the queen

I know
That I'll grow
Into
Your foe

Your show (Got closed....oh oh oh)
Has closed (Whoa oh, oh oh oh, oh)
Your soul spark, exposed (Whoa oh oh oh, oh)

I know
That I'll grow
Into
Your foe
Cuz you stole
Your young
Helpless now as they come to blows
With your spurious tone

You cannot reasons, with the one who wears the crown,
So they leave us with no choice but to shut this engine down,
And although it makes you sad, to murder our machine,
It's high time we left the hive
These worker bees must Kill the Queen......

You've mourned
Your slaves
You wanted us like flowers
Pissed on us like graves
You want
Our votes
Guns in our backs
Knives at our throats

You cannot reasons, with the one who wears the crown
So they leave us with no choice but to shut this engine down
And although it makes you sad, to murder our machine
It's high time we left the hive
These worker bees must Kill the Queen......