Lyrics:

We all have an inherent body-count accountability
Hanging from the gallows in your mind side by side with sympathy
Way back, deep in your subconscious, hibernating in guilt
Latent realizations of all that we have killed

And we say 'good riddance to their kind'
Committed to the crime
The bees are unimpressed
It's all lost in your wake

In your wake
In your wake
In your wake

We are all bartering abuse, budding sociopaths
Ideological child abuse, our indoctrinated wrath
We need to feel for others, we have to care to survive
So afraid to feel any pain, disconnected from my hive

We say 'good riddance to their kind'
Committed to the crime
The bees are not impressed
It's all lost in your wake

In your wake
In your wake
In your wake

And it only hurts when your heart beats
Or you're hanging on to loss, but it's far too strong
Everyone that's gone
At last, it's all repressed inside your head
Inside your head, inside your head
Inside your head, inside your head
Inside your head, inside your head
Inside your head, inside your head
Inside your head, inside your head

You're next to hang
The next to hang