Concrete Jungle

(Intro) Yeah... They built a jungle out of concrete and steel But they forgot the roots They forgot what's real This is for the ones who remember For the ones who still feel (Vers 1) Concrete jungle, but the trees are watching Through the cracks in the pavement, the roots are marching They built a kingdom on stolen ground Now the whole damn thing is breaking down Bloodsuckers in the boardroom, bloodsuckers in the church Bloodsuckers wearing halos while they leave us in the dirt They drain the life, they drain the light They turn the day into an endless night But the trees don't sleep, the trees just see They been waiting for this moment patiently The concrete cracks, the roots break through And the ones who been sleeping? They waking too (Pre-chorus) Babylon falling, can you hear the sound? The mighty are crumbling, the lost are found I'm not afraid of the fire below The roots run deep, and the roots don't let go (Chorus) CONCRETE JUNGLE, I SING IT LOUD FOR THE ONES IN THE SHADOWS, FOR THE ONES IN THE CROWD FOR THE TREES IN THE CONCRETE, FOR THE ROOTS THAT GROW FOR THE EYES THAT SEE WHAT THEY WANT YOU NOT TO KNOW CONCRETE JUNGLE, A REBEL PRAYER FOR THE BROKEN, THE BURNING, THE ONES WHO DARE TO STAND IN THE RUBBLE AND STILL SEE LIGHT CONCRETE JUNGLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (Vers 2) I walk through the city, but I'm not of it The spirit in my chest, they can't get enough of it They try to sell me fear, try to sell me peace Try to sell a cure for a false disease But the third eye dripping, I see through the game Every lie they whisper, every forgotten name The vampire in the pulpit, the vampire in the state Both just mirrors of the same old hate I don't fight with weapons, I fight with sight I fight with the knowledge that there is no night That can hold back the dawn when the roots decide To rise through the concrete and reclaim the tide (Pre-chorus) Babylon falling, can you hear the sound? The mighty are crumbling, the lost are found I'm not afraid of the fire below The roots run deep, and the roots don't let go (Chorus) CONCRETE JUNGLE, I SING IT LOUD FOR THE ONES IN THE SHADOWS, FOR THE ONES IN THE CROWD FOR THE TREES IN THE CONCRETE, FOR THE ROOTS THAT GROW FOR THE EYES THAT SEE WHAT THEY WANT YOU NOT TO KNOW CONCRETE JUNGLE, A REBEL PRAYER FOR THE BROKEN, THE BURNING, THE ONES WHO DARE TO STAND IN THE RUBBLE AND STILL SEE LIGHT CONCRETE JUNGLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (Bridge — The Roots Speak) They say "be realistic," I say "be the root" They say "play the game," I say "burn the suit" They say "follow the leader," I say "follow the seed" They say "accept the hunger," I say "learn to feed" Yourself with the fire that they tried to steal Yourself with the vision that they made unreal Yourself with the rhythm that they tried to break Yourself with the love that they turned to hate The roots are rising, can't you feel the ground? The concrete is cracking, there's a different sound The trees are singing something you've never heard And every single leaf is a living word (Vers 3) This is for the ones who been sleeping too long For the ones who forgot that they were born strong For the ones who been bleeding in silence and shame For the ones who been carrying more than a name Wake up now, the system is a ghost It lives in your fear, it dies when you boast About the light in your chest, the fire in your spine The truth that was always, always yours, not mine I'm just a messenger, a tree in the storm A root in the rubble, a heart that stays warm I sing this for the concrete jungle For the ones who refuse to crumble (Final Chorus — Explosive) CONCRETE JUNGLE, I SING IT LOUD FROM THE ROOTS TO THE CROWN, FROM THE DIRT TO THE CLOUD FOR THE ONES WHO REMEMBER, FOR THE ONES WHO SEE CONCRETE JUNGLE—WE ARE THE TREE! CONCRETE JUNGLE, THE SYSTEM SHAKES EVERY CHAIN WE BREAK, EVERY MISTAKE WAS JUST A LESSON ON THE WAY TO LIGHT CONCRETE JUNGLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT YEAH! CONCRETE JUNGLE! THE ROOTS DON'T MOVE! THE ROOTS DON'T MOVE! CONCRETE JUNGLE! AND THE TREES? THE TREES APPROVE! (Outro) Yeah... Concrete jungle. But the roots? The roots remember. And the trees? The trees are patient. Babylon is a season. We are the soil.