Like blood torn from bones
You only get what you earn
When Hyenas walk the night
We call that civilized
Like raw anger shorn with hate
And racial memories remain
We're freed from fear
And bellies full
Something still gnaws away
Like sullen wolves with fire inside
Something melts away
And blisters never born in pores
But fester till they break
Tell me what we gave away
But never lie inside
We smell the flesh that burns away
But never feel the fire
In this Jungle I call home
In this Jungle so alone
What remains is what escapes
Some masquerade as prey
In this Jungle I call home
In this Jungle so alone
What remains is what we take
And what's not taken's owed
Like patrons of the plague
We'll march so solemn sworn
Protect our land protect our place
We'll never feel the warmth
Like lemmings to the sea
We'll drink the wine as blood
Pray another hungry soul
Will still escape the flood
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