The Bees - Pentagram

Watch the people, they’re up at six

You go to work and no one relax

Well this is it, yeah, I hope you saw

What’s in this rotten world we’re living for

Swarm Like bees, with their discontented pleas

And when fate stings another joy it brings

You’d better look around, yeah, at what your greed does

For maybe in your sleep you’ll hear a buzz, right