歌词
Praying on their knees in a temple built by bees
Collecting grains of life for their holy queen
Power made by patterns only they can know
Kill the nonbelievers with the harvest that they sow
Oh baby, when you scream
Well, maybe you'll see what I mean
Chaos magic, mmm
Meta synaptic
Ooh baby, when you scream
Well, maybe
Forced into robot geometry, the apis finds its key
Secreting scents of love, the hive's ready to break free
Chaos magic, mmm
Meta synaptic
Ooh baby, when you scream
Well, maybe you'll see what I mean