An anthill And you think you are The Queen Bee If you only knew that They keep walking While you mind-fly so high You think You are the only one left In this sea made of milk And you've had the chances that they had Just made different choices You're nothing more than dust An illusion, a sweet curse You think your soul's painted in gold But you're not the only one So rare all these moments of clarity When you know where you are Why are you so brainless to think? You are the only One left In this sea made of milk You've had more chances than they had Just got lost in the choices