The Hive Songtext
von Horisont

I see her walking whitely
As though she really was a virgin
With her tiny feet precisely on the line
She thinks whitely thoughts
About the whitely things she′d find
And the altar crouches silently
Waiting for a virgin to arrive

You can almost hear the buzzing from the hive
The hive
The hive


They played their whitely music
As though it was really music
In the parking lot, the lettering aside
The preacher says a prophet thinks
And then there was the alto sings
And now the alt gets plumbin' drunk
Pretending they′re essentially alive

All the class went there to listen to the hive
The hive
The hive

Master the cubicle
Keep it safe and sanitized
Homogenized and pasteurized
There's no place like home

You can almost hear her screaming from the hive
The hive
The hive
The hive
The hive

You can almost hear her screaming from the hive