Eleven Kneeling On One Knee
Buried in the wood the echo of light
Lost the map of hope the water has dried
Stifled by the sudden sound of your thought
Put away and hidden out never brought
Long before the door is painted on
There's an ever demanding dividing sun
It'll shine on those who you have felled
Oh my mountain will shake it knows you well
Kneeling on one knee to fool the blind
Narrow it may be but you've got the mind
Crack the shell and see what's there if you dare
Blame your end on me I'm ready I'm there
Buried in the murk the tell-tale heart
Your eyes shrink inside and lose their spark
You don't have to sweat the fruit isn't ripe
There won't be a sign when justice will strike
Long before the door is shut on you
There's an army of victims awaiting you
Long before the floor caves in on you
There's a tail on your back I follow you
Kneeling on one knee to fool the blind
Narrow it may be but you've got the mind
Crack the shell and see what's there if you dare
Blame your end on me I'm ready I'm there
