A monkey expelled from the forest
Sat in a room, thoughts abolished
This chemical imbalance must be undone
You bit the cunt's throat and started to run
Going back home, into the grey
Going back to the forest where you can play
Going back home, into the grey
Back to the forest, where you can play
Woke up alone all covered in dew
In sleeping bag trees over which we once flew
And over these trees we still can fly
At night when our bodies dream and die
Slip through the grey and into the black
In the heart of the jungle there's no turning back
Slip through the grey, into the black
In the heart of the jungle there's no turning back
The rustling trees sound strange laughter
Nature's drumbeat growing faster
Claws and teeth behind every tree
The threat of death sets your soul free
So deep in the black completely blind
No eyes just hands, trying to find
The shape of the Earth, nature's contours
Just looking for something a little bit truer