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Am I what I sell?

Is the mask that I show a man with no face?

Do I have to carve the stone?

And I’m still begging for more

Who am I to say?

It’s the show of a soul with no fate

Will I ever find a way,

Or do my scars have no name?

A hive full of king bees

There’s no such place for a queen

Kill the pain

Smoke your life away with cigarettes

Drown yourself in alcohol

But when the sea dries, what will be left?

A hive full of king bees

there’s no such place for a queen