The Jungle - Live
Through the thicket's vines
a damp web sprawls, the insects crawl
deep, I will cut
desire lines, straight to the heart
inside the anarchy
of knotted boughs with hanging crowns
paths, I will carve
with my blade, I'll penetrate
green, an endless green
a tangled mess of living things
cleave, I will split
the tender stems of virgin trees
go, go, go with your God!
true chaos reigns
the birds here screech a constant din
belive, I must believe
that through the dark, I'll find a way
believe! believe! belive! belive!
as she ran through the forest, whipped by the leaves
the monkeys were squealing at the top of the trees
bad snakes they followed, licking her heels
dragging their bodies across the rotten fields
she came to a place where the tangle had thinned
where the light first dappled, had now tuned dim
mosquitos had gathered attracted by sweat
a dark swarming cloud, her light swimming head
the arches grew and cloaked her in
forming a tunnel of spiralling green
a hollow vein, it's hollow spine
with walls that were papered in elaborate designs
the trunks they fell and forced her down
their branches pinning her limbs to the ground
the roots they wrapped around her
thighs, trust like a pig with butchers twine
she lay in the dirt, as the seconds they passed
her mind was spinning, her breathing grew fast
she gathered herself, collecting her wits
and gnawed through the vines using only her teeth
the trees were filled with an ancient ire
but so was she and she had fire
with all her might she wrestled loose
and prized herself free from her leafy cocoon
she lifted herself as she rose from her knees
reclaiming her blade from the bloodthirsty leaves
she cut through the roots with a murderous swipe
now she was the butcher, she had the knife
filled with a strength that only fear can bring
adrenaline flowed through her every limb
she roared like a lioness, shaking the night
and empowered she sprinted deep into the light
a damp web sprawls, the insects crawl
deep, I will cut
desire lines, straight to the heart
inside the anarchy
of knotted boughs with hanging crowns
paths, I will carve
with my blade, I'll penetrate
green, an endless green
a tangled mess of living things
cleave, I will split
the tender stems of virgin trees
go, go, go with your God!
true chaos reigns
the birds here screech a constant din
belive, I must believe
that through the dark, I'll find a way
believe! believe! belive! belive!
as she ran through the forest, whipped by the leaves
the monkeys were squealing at the top of the trees
bad snakes they followed, licking her heels
dragging their bodies across the rotten fields
she came to a place where the tangle had thinned
where the light first dappled, had now tuned dim
mosquitos had gathered attracted by sweat
a dark swarming cloud, her light swimming head
the arches grew and cloaked her in
forming a tunnel of spiralling green
a hollow vein, it's hollow spine
with walls that were papered in elaborate designs
the trunks they fell and forced her down
their branches pinning her limbs to the ground
the roots they wrapped around her
thighs, trust like a pig with butchers twine
she lay in the dirt, as the seconds they passed
her mind was spinning, her breathing grew fast
she gathered herself, collecting her wits
and gnawed through the vines using only her teeth
the trees were filled with an ancient ire
but so was she and she had fire
with all her might she wrestled loose
and prized herself free from her leafy cocoon
she lifted herself as she rose from her knees
reclaiming her blade from the bloodthirsty leaves
she cut through the roots with a murderous swipe
now she was the butcher, she had the knife
filled with a strength that only fear can bring
adrenaline flowed through her every limb
she roared like a lioness, shaking the night
and empowered she sprinted deep into the light
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Thomas Copeman, Rachel Anna Davies, Thomas Jack Fisher
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