South Entrance - Knuckle

Your mind is ever going
The secrets held inside never knowing

Lines all drawn by everyone
But for each and every line an end must come

When all your days are through
Before noon
And all you've got are knuckles ever bruised.

A face is there in motion
The movement ever shading what's to come

The contact's never broken
And as it comes we can't hear what is spoken

You'll hear it once it comes
Crashing through
And when you do you won't know what is true

And your knuckles will still be bruised

Written by:
Riley Shaw

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