Where The Hive Hangs

Engineers of the dead
Architects of destiny
A saving grace, a gift
Our lives are saved by incoherence

Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia
We have failed the test
We have failed at life
The skin of the mother is not your own

Our skin will become the ornaments of angels
The curtain of humanity has been lowered
The celebration is over
The queen bee is dead

The engineer is the saving grace
Fluids now run on a schedule
Precision is essential
We have failed the test

We have failed at life
Have faith only in causes and not in men
We will drink the hemlock together