Within the jungle there's a spirit
A collection of bodies and you can hear it
A tribe with a hive mind and a desire
A hunger for people and a throat of fire
They're out to get you baby
You better run
Men in suits with painted faces wanna take control
Men in suits with painted faces wanna eat your soul
Got you with that briefcase baby
Don't talk to them
Got you with that briefcase baby
Don't talk to them
Within the jungle there's a process
An attempt to break down and de-thought us
A sacred ritual on an ancient machine
They use to distract us and make us mean
They wanna control you baby
Don't let them in
Men in suits with painted faces wanna take control
Men in suits with painted faces wanna eat your soul
Got you with that briefcase baby
Don't talk to them
Got you with that briefcase baby
Don't talk to them
Men in suits with painted faces wanna take control
Men in suits with painted faces wanna eat your soul
Got you with that briefcase baby
Don't talk to them
Got you with that briefcase baby
Don't talk to them