Forsaken
The money that grows on trees
The kids singing happily with the bees
All they do with the most of these
The bees living in the flowered trees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
Broke the most of thy fight
I got to strike with thy might
The life I had is in thy will
It’s the void I need to fill
Like the flowers for the bees
Living in the burning trees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
The love, the hate, the bliss
That’s all I want to miss
Bust thy heart, broke thy goal
Just get rid of thy soul
The stingers singing with the bees
Living in the scorched trees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
Abandon in hell
You will be well
Abandon your hate
Open your gate
The gate to rage
Abandon the page
Abandon the stings of the bees
Living in the burn down trees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
Living in the burnt up scorched trees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
The hive that fell, so did the bees
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