Home is in the hills
They make us feel alive
Until the helicopter touches down
and leaves us with enough supplies
The jungle is a short distance from here
I'm in the long grass like it was hair
Into the lonely shade
but I'm not alone
everything is moving
living and dying all at the same time
The line back to civilization
is half a cup of Pfizer
Yes the truth is easy for those
who never had to learn the lie by heart
learn it's horrid serrated shape
learn of it's revulsion to nature
The lie of the cities
appeal built like a monumental perfidious statue
Like a heroes profile adulterated
Just manufactured surfaces
The muddy jungle
Is the only feast
the only way to find a release
Those rains and those valleys
Let me breathe truth there
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