Woke up on the shoreline, blood on the sand, Paradise hiding a devil's hand, Jungle whispers every sin I've known, On an island where the lost don't make it home. Mohawk silhouette in the burning light, Eyes full of chaos, grin full of spite, He's dancing through the gunfire, king without a crown, Laughing as the whole damn world comes crashing down. The tide rolls in, the reason rolls out, Truth gets buried underneath the doubt. Welcome to insanity's throne, Deep in the jungle where the wild things roam, Running from the ghost that wears your face, Every step deeper, there's no escape. Rook Islands calling through the smoke and flame, Hunter becomes the hunted in the game, A warrior's tattoo carved into my skin, And the madness says, "Let me in." Citra paints destiny in black and gold, Ancient legends bought and sold, The tatau spreads like a living scar, Turning a tourist into a falling star. Pirates drinking while the villages burn, Every bridge crossed, no return, Jason's reflection in a shattered blade, Watching the man he was slowly fade. The jungle knows every secret you hide, It keeps them alive somewhere inside. Welcome to insanity's throne, Deep in the jungle where the wild things roam, Running from the ghost that wears your face, Every step deeper, there's no escape. Rook Islands calling through the smoke and flame, Hunter becomes the hunted in the game, A warrior's tattoo carved into my skin, And the madness says, "Let me in." Ink Monsters crawling through my veins, Alice falling through tropical rains, The definition keeps repeating loud, A curse disguised beneath a cloud. Buck's still smiling somewhere in the dark, Hoyt's empire leaves another mark, And every enemy I put below Makes me more like the man I swore I'd never know. Welcome to insanity's throne, Where broken minds are never alone, The jungle takes and the jungle gives, Feeding on whatever survives and lives. Rook Islands fading into endless night, A firestorm burning way too bright, I came here scared, I leave transformed, By the king of chaos the island spawned. The waves erase the blood and pain, But some ghosts always remain, And somewhere beyond the ocean's foam, Vaas still sits on insanity's throne.
