Hour 03: The Road Songtext
von GLEET

The smell of molten tar
Burns into my nostrils
The line of death extends
Deeper in to untouched jungle
The clear cuts fanning out
From this winding scar
Soon ranchers with their cattle
Join this war on us


My mother was killed
When I was but a young cub
She made the grave mistake
Of eating cows born for fast food
So what am I to do?
The road is ever growing
The trees that I call home
Steadily disappearing

The rains don′t fall as much
The fires come fast and frequent
The food that I once ate
A memory that's fading
Is this the way you are?
Filled with endless craving?
And is it just too much
To let us go on living?


So once more I must roam
Escape the coming slaughter
And is there any point
To have a son or daughter?
And when you next consume
Burgers at your local death store
Please spare a thought for me
And my jungle cat misery