The Hive - In Flames

April night-tyme

And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man

Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses

to disarm the stars within us Hornet Hive-dark

Severed wings in vainless beating

buzz out from an inferno of fangs

to disarm the stars within us We should have been

so much more by now

Too dead inside

to even know the guilt

Waining Ring-deep

a halo of thorns

Sips now down in sheets of sharp silver

to disarm the strs within us We should have been

so much more by now

Too dead inside

to even know the guilt