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