Hail the Queen (The Hive)

Inside of the hive constant whir of their kind To serve to survive, her majesty She is my all, she is my world, and life to me All will be done, hold back your tongue, this is the hive mind The pollination journey's perilous, courage above the fear The dead then into husks, what an amber beauty Sacrifice Inside of the hive constant whir Constructing greatness from the small The queen must be held in high regard If her death shall come, she has an army of slaves Strong colony We are few, the great swarm Liquid gold produced you all rely on what we farm Without us you would all be helpless Swarm! The chosen few who fight will be crowned as our top country men An army Inside the hive we are the swarm Queen of the most if not all the brood Only several spies will still be chosen to Continue their lives worshipping every single day This is why we are a greater kind Man's envious Serve Power of the hive Blood spilt for her children All will hail the queen