When will be my turn to share this emotion that everybody's seems to have what is this like water slipping my hands just when I think it's time to let my guard down another dagger Pierce's the flesh this to is another fond memory of steel feeling the weight the chains that lockup my secret muscle the left over heart slowly beating a rhythm of yesterday's drums that since then yield the drummer claims she only played in false pretences to which it will never understand her words she was the keeper of these wretched locks now nothing touches them but her words forevermore to echo threw the chambers of my heart in hopes one day she will return