Sitting in my missiery
Waiting for the day I roam free
Watching from the great beyond on my worker bee
I feel pleased with job he has done
Eventually he has to come for his sins he atone
But he made that club into his home
He watches everyone sweat to the bone
Feels like years have passed by
When I vanished in the naked eye
My human self has died
Now my demon side
Has to wait to come out of hide
He put alot of time and effort
Into the club that stayed afloat
He had big ideas to turn into a boat
Just to scam everyone off there foot
I see him begin to look
Hopefully maybe he finds someone to train
And make them drain
Every stain inside thier brain
Sitting in missiery
Waiting for the day I roam free
I cant wait to go and see
The world that had changed
Hopefully i see something new and strange
But I know people are still deranged
In the meantime I have to watch my worker bee
Take his boat club out to sea
Hear the waves crash
And the water splash
People are dancing and cheering
The captain is drinking and stirring
But because my worker bee is protected
Nothing will happen until his final projection
And of course the Hollywood production
He stands outside his corridor for his introduction
He tips his glass
And tells everyone to kiss his ass
Sitting in missiery
Waiting for the day I roam free
Hopefully I get to see
The new world and how it came to be
I hear the voices echo
Telling me to not let go
They all thought the same thing
That the end will always shine like bling
And that he cant be fleeing
Just got wait to be seeing
Just wait patiently
Sitting in missiery
Waiting for the day I get to roam free