Acarine

I am the honeybee
Drink the blood of the tree
I can’t breathe, I can’t see
Evil wind comforts me
Buried deep inside of me
Acarine
Buried deep inside of me
Acarine
Little mite, so much strife
Multiplied through a knife
I can’t fly, I can’t cry
Acarine, make me die
Buried deep inside of me
Buried deep inside of me
Buried deep inside of me
Acarine
Acarine
Acarine
Glory darkness, come see
The leaf, nothing
Saw smoke, life
Acarine
Acarine
Acarine
Acarine