Acarine

I am the honeybee Drink the blood of the tree I can't breathe, I can't see Evil wind comforts me

Buried deep inside of me Acarine Buried deep inside of me Acarine

Little mite, so much strife Multiplied through a knife I can't fly, I can't cry Acarine, make me die

Buried deep inside of me Buried deep inside of me Buried deep inside of me Acarine Acarine Acarine

Conduct larynx cesarean Excise low life

Acarine Acarine Acarine Acarine