Sitting In Missiery

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