Spaceships can`t tame the jungle
And I feel like I`m giving in
We`ve been driving through a desert
Looking for a life to call our own
I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
A noise that laughs
Falls off their maps
All cured of pain
And doubts in your
Little brain
Something`s coming, sky is purple
Dogs are hounding to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a riptide come rip us away
I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
A noise that laughs
Falls off their maps
All cured of pain
And doubts in your
Little brain