Pretext Lyrics - Raised Fist

Celebrating with a feast though place and date is wrong 

The sun have ceased to flee it didn't last for long 

The green trees and mighty seas all my dreams are for free 

But when I see these lies line up to end in misery 

Chains of money as pretext what will come next 

Maybe to sell your soul that seem to be your fuckin goal 

Old customs scarring you away the future is carrying your pain 

You try to forget the past as your soul is dying fast. 

The green trees and mighty seas all my dreams are for free 

But when I see these lies line up to end in misery 

Chains of money as pretext what will come next 

Maybe to sell your soul that seem to be your fuckin goal