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Released 4/16/2016.
Duration: 2:02.

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Lyrics:

(It's been a long, hard day. You're walking down to the shops to buy yourself a glass a nice cool glass of lemonade.)
(Ahh...)
(And you seem to have lost your way. Where the shop should be, there is a beehive, and where there should be a shopkeeper, there is a bee. You approach the bee. He looks up with a menacing pincer snick. You're lost, you explain. You wonder if the bee could direct you to the lemonade. Sweet, sweet lemonade.)
(Ahh...)
(The bee looks at you. His mandibles widen. He begins to emit a swarm of yet smaller bees. They surround you, coating your clothes and hair, and infesting your various orifices with their warm, fuzzy mass. Don't worry, says one of the bees, whispering softly into your ear.)
(Don't worry.)
(There is nothing to fear. We are merely bees and bees are your friends.)
(Don't bee afraid.)
(You don't understand. All you wanted was some lemonade, its sweet icy coolness.)
(Ahh...)
(But now, that life is gone, and the whole world is bees. They are coating the room now.)
(Don't fight it.)
(They cover everything, filling it, filling you, with bee. Join us, they say, their voices a chorus of mournful buzzing. The soft cadence of the noise seems to hang poised in the air, forcefully penetrating your ears, your skull, your mind.)
(Join us.)
(Join us, say the bees, and you realise, you're one with the bees. This skin, this shell, is nothing but a minor barrier between you and the bees. You are bees. Glorious crescendo of buzzing rises under your skin! You are a swarm, rapturous melding of mind and form of bees dissolving to the sound in the air, a choir become one with its music, a phoenix of bees risen to take on a greater yet higher form! You let yourself go. You become one with the bees. You are a bee.)