House Of Bees

Birds and the bees

Nerds and mp3s

Surfing the seas of watermarked promo cds that leaked

Like best kept secrets ain't worth art thats physical

Hardcopy material given a proper burial

Long live the satisfaction that songs give

Records in my attic got scratched and haunted

Radio stations that are captured on my tape recorder

A long time listener, first time caller

Hung up for the last time

Nervous and out of breath

My writing had no purpose it was murder and lots of death

Turned to god and turned godless

The audience beneath the surface wanted death

It kept me honest

Truth be told never made a deal with satan

I turned my loose leaf gold

Got a carton full of songs sitting on the counter of a store

Shut them down now

Only looseys sold

I said

What the hell we gonna do now?

How many units can we move now?

They wanna make money money

But there's a limit when you keep taking honey from the house of bees

A lot of shit is out of tune since the weather started changing

The flowers are confused don't know when they're pollinating

They bloom before the frost get caught depopulation

Ripple effect the systems connect the scene started changing

Bees stop behaving in a way that made sense

Queens disrespected while the babies raid the nest

No defense the record store is under attack

The dj's a complete hack but none of y'all beeswax

The colony collapse when the label got sued

For the pollen on the track now its losing value

The music press the publicist deluded bad review

They plundered and ask but nothing but the hunger to consume

Mass produce mass appeal manufacture junk products

Static loops lack the real so the fans would rather shoplift

Sold the whole thing and forgot what it was

Now you got no sting and you're trying to start a buzz

Like

What we gonna do now?

How many units can we move now?

They wanna make money money

But there's a limit when you

Keep taking honey from the house of bees