A Bugs Life

A bugs life keeps marching along the lines layed out by

Society and standards that relationships are kept by

Now, it is far too late to take was what at stake

Keep on moving keep on moving on

Time will never know how long you've been staying near

The colony is growing up a fear and now we need to ration

All, of our lonely thoughts grow up it's time to move on to the

Next in line I'm next in line

The future holds up in dismay and decays

All the work we would have to put in to make this work out

Starve, all the empty thoughts and dream of the memories

It's not worth it you aren't worth it