Jungles - Stepdad
It's overwhelming me
The static in the trees
The sun is burning me
There is no cooling breeze
We don't belong to ourselves
At the mercy of the cats
We belong to places
To places
Strong and brave courageous
Our tiger faces
I crouch down low and freeze
The leaves are shuffling
Lips curl away from teeth
She has been prowling me
We don't belong to ourselves
They've been planning their attack
We belong to places
To places
Strong and brave courageous
Our tiger faces
We belong to what we came from
Leaving home will be a struggle
Wearing masks and beating war drums
Won't equip us for these jungles
We belong to places
To places
Strong and brave courageous
Our tiger faces
We belong to places
To places
Strong and brave courageous
Our tiger faces