• Floating from flower to flower
    We don't sleep until the morning showers
    Our wings sore and out of power
    The queen keeps us in our tower

    Running from town to town
    We don't sleep until the dusk
    Our feet calloused, and dirty from dust
    The king works us until our armor begins to rust

    Repeating our task, over and over
    We are trained to numb our minds
    Our bodies are fragile and pale
    The teacher keeps us until we finish our papers

    We waste away, from day to day
    We don't lead our lives
    Our goals are to succeed in a career
    The repetition keeps us steered
    On a track, on autopilot
    We are not children
    We are adults