Jungle
By: Emmett Harris
Duration
3:50
Genres
Lyrics
Jungle Verse 1 Sweeping scraps In blood we bathe. A slimy goo From hooves we've made. Verse 2 The freezer burns. The slabs are hung. Escape on mental Ladder rungs. Chorus 1 My hot and savage mind, Through jungle depths I wind. It's dark and angry. The fever takes me. To jungle depths I'm blind. Verse 3 Yellow scraps Of paper scream. The acts are made for suffering. (Chorus 1) Verse 4 A fatal draft, Machete's blade, The cutting lasts For an endless age. Chorus 2 Through hot and savage times The jungle depths are mined. It's dense and dirty. I know what hurts me. To jungle depths I'm blind. (Verse 1)