The Hive Lyrics - Whoracle - In Flames

April night-time, 

And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man. 

Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses 

To disarm the stars within us. 

Hornet Hive-dark, 

Severed wings in vainless beating 

Buzz out from an inferno of fangs 

To disarm the stars within us. 

We should have been 

So much more by now, 

Too dead inside 

To even know the guilt. 

Waning Ring-deep, 

A halo of thorns 

Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver 

To disarm the stars within us. 

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We should have been 

So much more by now, 

Too dead inside 

To even know the guilt. 

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