Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Dschungel

Sunday night, subway tunnel, nobody else is here
cigarette on, next train’s only at quarter to four
the darkness breathes heavy and it reaches for me

Battery dead and I hear the silence so loud
dreams come, dreams go, then the dust settles
next to me is just myself, completely alone here

Predatory gaze falls when nobody looks
I’ve hidden myself in myself
heart slightly hurt, but not broken
licked my wounds, I know how blood tastes

I was born in the jungle
I’ll get lost in the jungle
I know the path is the goal, simple
my paths are aimless

I was born in the jungle
I’ll get lost in the jungle
until I get out of my own way
because I’m standing in my own way otherwise

Road frames, neon signs blind me
seas of light that I drown in when I drink
but the stars go out when the day begins

3 million illusions, glass and concrete
3 million stories, I’m just one of them
I’m not coming out of myself, am my labyrinth

Predatory gaze falls when nobody looks
I’ve hidden myself in myself
heart slightly hurt, but not broken
licked my wounds, I know how blood tastes

I was born in the jungle …

Where I go astray
is where I feel at home

I was born in the jungle …