Tribute Lyrics - 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.