Life is spreading through the jungle tonight
Growth is breeding and shedding light
To the canopy above and the ocean below
Multiplication is the seed to sow
For their are order and numbers that apply to being
Sensitive nerves are silently fleeing
Ghosts of the land are arising tonight
To see their spirit is to see the light
They cover the land and harness their rage
For all of their life has been spent in a cage
But the time is getting closer when they will be freed
Until that time, your death is their need
It fuels their spirit to take them higher
It is the lighting of your own funeral pyre
Raised high in the sky to toast the town
Soon you'll be wearing a crimson gown
Made of earth mingled with flesh
Squirmming maggots are exceedingly fresh
A special tailor fit made especially for you
Sewed up tightly by the skeleton crew
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