The stubble on my face engraves my lack of compa**ion I'm counting gra** blades to pa** the time Queensized comfort awaits my tired eyes Remember me? I'm your satire's locksmith You referred to the way of the sword as hope Despite the blade in your back Two days pa** and there is still no sign of the sun But you wait calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct On the contrary to the heart's selfimprisonment Your horseshoes fall like hail Remember me? I'm your satire's locksmith You referred to the way of the sword as hope Despite the blade in your back Two days pa** and there is still no sign of the sun But you wait calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct I hear your name in the wind My collapsible heart skips a beat You remain in my head only as a bittersweet memory I've given up sleep So i can pray for you Day by day, i bite my tongue I hear your name in the wind My collapsible heart skips a beat You remain in my head only as a bittersweet memory The mental song is sung It shakes the ground beneath you