Here comes the beekeeper
With a picture full of smoke
So put us all to sleep and hope
It’s dream and honesty
Sweet ? come home,
They took away our fire
And all that scares it he promotes
It’s desperate ? times
What fine design, my hands are mine
The ? and our tools and our reasons
Clear in the animal ?
We stand up right, the fires at night
Made on 6th day to rest on the 7th
For now we just trying to survive
The surgeon came ? on me
A ? the other with the bow
Their ? instruments you’ll know
The scalpel and the
And in the shadow of the mountain
We work when work abound
And we wear out all our prayers
When the work runs out
What fine design, my hands are mine
The ? and our tools and our reasons
Clear in the animal
We stand up right, the fires at night
Made on 6th day to rest on the 7th
For now we just trying to survive.