American Standards - The Red Queen lyrics

Do the worker bees die on their knees through the time lines that they live Devoted to the red queen and the hives best practices The innate capacity to understand Decipher the blueprints to master plan devised thousands of years ago March to the drum The trumpets false prophets Propaganda, the dialog of choice Rewired brains Antennas receptive to what's black and what's white Diluting our minds Stand idly by Find comfort in submission Assembly line editions From cradle to grave, we've romanced the idea that silence is golden Seducing the mainstream with punk rock ideals Hey worker bees Hey soldier ants With tongues sharp as knives you must clench your teeth Speak up A revolution built upon sound bites Falling in and out of the context.