Tytuł: Tribute

• Wykonawca: Raised Fist
• Wyświetleń: 296

To this point in life we've had no experience
   And it feels like we're smashed beyond recognition
   Bleak sections of thoughts a contrast to my hope
   This is a form of tribute to the world you're digging in
  
   I see my enemy
   Not a good community
  
   Separated by filthy worms
   We're getting smaller and smaller
   And isolated as we're following the pilgrim path
   Fields and narrow walleyes
   Lays upon us with hate
   This is the cream of my dream
   And nothing can come between
  
   I see my enemy
   Not a good community
  
   But only death can come between us and the heavenly earth
   But only death can come between us and the heavenly earth
  
   To this point in life we've had no experience
   And it feels like we're smashed beyond recognition
   Bleak sections of thoughts a contrast to my hope
   This is a form of tribute to the world you're digging in
  
   I see my enemy
   Not a good community