Jungle Warfare

One nation

Run by wolves

Ruled by pigs

Occupied by sheep

Branding them in broad daylight

That's okay, 'cause I'm alright

Wait, oh no

The troughs run low

The pen you go

Cauterized, enslaved

The wolves feast

On the weak

Hearded by the hunter

You'll follow the tail in front

Who's ass smells like your own

Where is sheepman

Gods, be pleased

I slit, my guts

Red, as roses

Food, for maggots

Love wealth, love hate

Love wealth, love pain

Love wealth, love guns

Love wealth, love drugs

Love wealth,

Love wealth, love death

Be pleased

The sickled tongue, misleads

You to a right god

To bless

Our nation of sheep

Darwin, grow me the horns

And I will, charge my way out of here

Branding them

In pale moonlight

That's okay, we're bred to die

On a greener

Grassier, front line