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RAISED FIST
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 comunity. 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 You're the cream of my dream and nothing can come between. I see my enemy, not a good comunity. Only death can come between us and the heavenly earth. 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 comunity.
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