crying out to a monkey for help
he always comes
but sometimes he gets lost too
one wrong turn
suddenly there's no escape
suddenly there is only doom
suddenly there is only doom
aware of our surroundings-
our surroundings are the salivating jaws
of every ferocious beast
as the very bones in us fill with terror
we can feel where our flesh is most tender
where teeth will sink with ease
the jungle wins
the jungle is the fruit of death
and life was only a peel
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