Bumblebee Blues

They take from women what they hold pure disgusting things with friends they feed, Allured by things that always stings it walks and crawls dont fall for wings, we come from ground and grow by sea and i was doomed since i was seed but now i"ve grown and attract a thing, it takes from me and leave me bee, but soon it"ll die for only pride, who would of thought that man could cry, it gives its life for what it love, ready for death once duties done.