3 Liters of Honey

Heavy syncopated house beat begins. Minister speaking voice over the rhythm. Honorable friends, Maharashtra's pride, Information chief, listen to your defense head. I see the friction in your eyes. I feel the heat inside your lungs. You move too fast without the flow. You forget the ancient tongue. The borders are a state of mind. The nation needs a thick release. The defense plan is clear today. I found the truth inside the hive. I know exactly who you are. Open up and let it in. You need three liters of honey, Three liters of honey. Three liters every day. You need three liters of honey to wash the Pain away. Eat it till your heart is sweet. Keep it moving to the beat. Keep it moving to the beat. Three liters of honey, sweet liquid. Minister of oil, look at me. Your tanks are dry and full of dust. Amber is the only fuel. The old formation flows like silk. When the tongue is coated thick, when the tongue Is coated thick, the defense plan is clear today. I found the truth inside the hive. I know exactly who you are. Open up and let it in. You need three liters of honey, Three liters of honey. Three liters every day. You need three liters of honey to wash the Pain away. Eat it till your heart is sweet. Keep it moving to the beat. Keep it moving to the beat. Three liters of honey, sweet liquid. Bass drops out, vocal loop repeats. Sticky peace, sticky peace. Sticky joy, Sticky joy. The defense is sweet, The defense is sweet, the defense is sweet. One liter for the soul, two liters for the State, three liters for the defense. Eat it now, don't be late. Fade out with shuffling house percussion.