The Jungle - Phinehas

Can you point us all to something to run from

They’re biting at our heels

Can you point us all to something to run from

And slay us if you will

We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood

Instead of ringing out it clings to us

The snares we set only trapped the dead

And the chains never wash away they just sink further into the mud

The tombstone to the casket

All hell in a hand basket

Pray the chains cut deep cut deep

Ugh!

Can we cast our demons out to sea (drowning the savagery)

Punch our fists straight through the ceiling (yeah we’ll take the heat)

We suffer to the beat

Then release our beasts ON THE STREETS

We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood

Instead of ringing out it clings to us

The snares we set only trapped the dead

And the chains never wash away they just sink further into the mud

Pray the chains cut deep cut deep

Pray the stains sink deep sink deep

WHAT WILL BE LEFT THAT IS NOT HELL’S

WHEN WE’VE DESTROYED THE WORLD OURSELVES

We destroyed the world ourselves

Don’t look back if you’re gonna rebel

Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry)

Prepare your graves, but don’t stop

Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry)

Prepare your graves, but don’t stop

Running