By Arcassin Burnham

Falling to your knees with the novacaine stare,
lies upon the eyes of the horse that gallops where,
she could make it right when i was wrong about the world,
way out of her league knowing she can't be my girl,
I was on the road for days getting nowhere,
I'm so done with love eventhough I don't care,
peace will heal in time just wait for the arrival,
she could make it right like wine spilled on the Bible,
the Bees are coming that way,
please don't tell me what to say,
I'm not one for all the games,
the Bees are coming that way,

You're not the only one with flaws little bean,
We all have to live as a number,
Like tiny ants on a mural being depopulated,
No conversation,
We'll disturb your royal slumber.