Bathing in Blood

[pre-chorus] Plastic vines tangled ‘round the thorn trees, Air-conditioned wilderness, priced by the night, You want the earth, but only gift-wrapped, Keep the soil clean, don’t stain your white. [chorus] Welcome to the jungle boutique, Where the animals hide, and the humans creep, You’re bathing in blood disguised as wine, Calling it “nature,” like it’s something you designed. [verse 2] Golden cushions on a termite throne, Selfies with the ghost of a vanishing herd, Every footprint’s just a velvet clawmark, Every prayer to the sky’s another dead word. [pre-chorus] Crystal chandeliers on the skeleton trees, Mosquito nets spun from a corporate lie, You paid for the wilderness, shrink-wrapped and sterile, But the vultures still circle your pie. [chorus] Welcome to the jungle boutique, Where the animals hide, and the humans creep, You’re bathing in blood disguised as wine, Calling it “nature,” like it’s something you designed. [bridge] Glass walls reflecting your hollowed face, You clap for the stars like they’re on your stage, Safari dreams in a gift shop coffin, Another paradise rots in its gilded cage. [outro] So sip your gin while the silence screams, Dress the desert up in colonial seams, Nature’s on tap, behind tempered glass— It dies in your lap, but at least it’s first class. [end]