This is a song about "Honeycomb"

A beam of hope, even though they treated her like the devil's vessel of horror

The element is aura my rita ora i behold the key to open pandora

And if we can't work things out then i guess i haven't changed worth a doubt

Looks like you're the shoe that fit, wry wit pitted against a writ kit how about

Come back as a zombie don't mind the smell

Except i'm not locked in a cell confined to hell,