Knuckles Songtext
von Fyrce Muons

Falling down to mischief
Far too small to see
I can hear those voices shouting deep inside my brain
Skin a green chinchilla with a table knife that′s clean
Stop to plug a reservoir
I know the end is near


Know another message with the happenstance of fear
Kill the bride November with a pistol made of gold
Barely catatonic as I lay among the weeds
Enters into cortex with delight among the flies

David and Goliath were two sons that lived apart
Sinister example of a story that's been told
Brazen like a polygraph administered by goons
Straddled like an epitaph exuded by their ruse

Know another message with the happenstance of fear
Kill the bride November with a pistol made of gold
Barely catatonic as I lay among the weeds
Enters into cortex with delight among the flies