Haunted

I am so haunted by the pure love and sadness contained in one little song about a bee.

"Spider and Gioma"

And what have you all to give if you need to kill to live

She knew there was only one place she could go

She left her new city never to see it again

Saying something about how only a queen can kill a queen

In her old city she knelt

And the new queen asked her how her people felt

I will lay my people down

I will lay my people down

I will lay my people down

I will lay my people down...