The Jungle 歌词

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 handbasket 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