Beehive

Hi we’re the child of the nukes, yes certainly
We’re standing in line of the outsiders
You may call us whatever you like
Should we all tattoo says ‘inferior’

Decontamination, evacuation
Oh how do we get rid of this carcass?
He’s head to north and his tale towards south
Which one is the way to the neo Tokyo?

He’s calling and calling to make your move
I’m running and running to make my wound
He’s calling and calling to toy with your soul

I am running circles angles he goin keep on drawing them oh
Mommy never told me I was never gonna know
The rival never told me I was gonna laugh and have it all
I will never hold my words I’ll kiss my will and drive it out

Oh hi we’re the parents of the deads, yes finally
We’re now feeding sons and our little daughters
After the breakfast we’re taking them out
Count of 1, 2, 3 there you go osaraba

Mou ikkai? Mada da yo
Mou ikkai? Mada da yo

Day without a morning light this day without holy night
This day without a room for your excuse
How wonderful that could be and when will that day will be?
How many of you could tell how rare that is

Day without a morning light this day without holy night
This day without a room for your excuse
How wonderful that could be and when will that day be?
The very day the day itself he brings his purpose in