The systems of life hum accordingly every day, every year, every century but, everywhere humans go things get worse can´t you tell through the smoke in the dirty city the jungle was once a tranquil hideaway for the kind of trees and the mountains themselves but man those things sell a million dollars a pound cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves why can´t we just leave them alone? who is the animal? who is that dangerous beast? why were the other ones made? i know it wasn´t just for our feast and now they´re down to 250 lone souls they´re a breed of a losing generation it seems the killers are ourselves so you know who to blame it was man with his plan and his frightening greed i don´t think we´ll ever leave them alone.