歌词
Standing on the stage
Waiting for the gig to begin
When suddendly
We heard this buzzing soung growing
Now it’s too late to escape
Too late to set a trap
On the edge of their darts
Now the hornets attack
Please stop this frightening sound (bis)
I’m not a hunter
Even less a killer
So why did i perform this genocide
In front of you
Our stage is a nest
And they all fly above us
Let’s take ‘em all down
Get rid of ‘em
Please stop this frightening sound (bis)
I’m not a hunter
Even less a killer
But why did i commit this genocide
In front of you
May i ask you a question
Are we men or are we bees ?