Honeyed Words of the Wasp

Uncertainty seems to plague the mindful, leave the acting out to the damned Indecision is wasting my world, makes me wonder just who i am Having an opinion is kinda like treason if master and slave don’t jive But fuck you, buddy, you can’t control me, another bee leaves the hive The politics of many bloodsuckers threatens the queen But I’ve polished my wit to a bluff and sheen I am as I am as I was before This buzzing noise will deter no more Ever since the days of Eden, deceit has been man’s desire How overjoyed we are to patronize liars Don’t eat of the fruit or you’ll know what you should not And knowledge is a sin, so I’ll cast my lot But we should know, our diamonds are incredibly rough Look so deep for a point, no argument’s enough We’ll resort to uncouth tactics to turn your mind Having an opinion is kinda like treason if ours don’t align Spreading pollen from the riverbed flower Awakening my senses in a cool sunshower The honeyed words of the wasp sweeten your perspective And the melting sting robs you retrospective Fighting for a cause is labeled as hatred, to the revolution’s shock But I can’t stand for their twisted vision; another sheep leaves the flock