Perhaps it's just the way the light falls But everything looks like a target to me And I don't know where the gun is But I'm certain that it's pointed at me And in the jungle, retched jungle They say the lion eats tonight And all around it is a colliseum Dripping with a voracious appetite I say hey there, fella Whose soul are you tormenting now? Hey there, fella Whose soul are you tormenting now? In the course of all the previous events It is evident that something's bound to happen Come on, rear your ugly head to me I've got nothing to lose but my apathy The root of the problem has been isolated The root of the problem has been isolated