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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