The crows come calling, dropping salt on our wounds. Schadenfreude "When the hourglass runs, the echoes of escape become my home". Hour hand, minute hand, second hand. Our hands bound, our hands bound, our hands bound. Beaten, broken, crushed, swollen. accepting our fate, as a slave, to time. our hands bound, the crows come calling, dropping salt on our wounds. Schadenfreude! when the hourglass runs, the echoes of escape become my home.