My crown won’t bow to no ruling force.
My rebels I hold cocked in the chamber.
If freedom is a curse, then open up the gates; Danger! Danger!
Bravery is a skill used for those who desire to conquer the world, but my riches lay deeper inside of my blood.
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Here comes the flood.
The forces that I have on the way will bring mortal men to their knees.
My divine blessings are worse when I sneeze.
Purified like a king dangling from a cross I come in peace to reclaim what was lost.
In the end it will be hard for you to understand.
Rising through the heavens I rain down dark matter and kneel to no man.
Dressed in black, riding my horse, I know your thoughts, I’m the hidden force.
I’m like a pharaoh lost in time spreading life, knowledge, and strength.
The hebrews know me for I came like the wind, but they too failed, scattered and sinned.
I am a perfect bee tending his hive, I am the morning sun for I am divine.
Here’s some honey for I rise and shine.
Let me bee, I’m the buzz and only I can set you free.
Bow to no one and if they try to bring you to your knees, buzz like killer bees.
I was and will always be the vision shining from sea to shining seas.
Killer bees.
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