Have you seen
The latest version of the
termite queen?
Her eyes so very green,
Her lips every color in
between,
And she dines on aging oak
To fuel the fire she's born to
stoke
To give some rise to you,
Oh Lord, I've seen it too
Oh
The ghost I cannot see
Sits on me when I try to
breathe,
I am the last beneficiary
Of every decision being made
for me,
Cause a time here on this
earth
Should be spent building on
net worth
And sharing nothing,
And going nowhere,
My story is the oldest one
that's told,
Why worry ‒ when you die you stop getting old
Oh...
Oh...
We are witnessing
The final days of the termite
queen
And the final song she sings,
Its beauty masking what it
means,
She rattles and she moans,
We all surrounded by her
drones
Who mistake our flesh for wood,
Oh Lord, this isn't good,
Oh my story is the oldest one
that's told,
Why worry ‒ when you die you stop getting old
Oh...
Oh...
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