Hymenoptera

Lyrics

Dying, crying, coming through the door Just a bit of grime that's washed ashore Stand behind her And guide her You can even slip inside Beat a drip of white from out the tip Didn't think it would shake out quite the way it did Clutching on my throat My palace fell into the moat Hymenoptera mend the park while I'm gone They huddle up come nightfall, cling to dawn The corneae collapse When i caught them feasting on my scraps