World Of Gone

Silence killing us
Choking patience

Take care of yourself but who is that?
Who can tell?
Who can help?
Certainly not me
And still the echoes marchs on
Aimlessly
Into an endless world of gone
Aimlessly
And still the echoes marchs on
On
On

Tick-tock, poison clock
Shocking
Keeps me cold and stuck
Numbing
Tick-tock, poison clock
Nightmares
Keeps me cold and stuck

Footsteps on the staircase echoing the ticks of the second hand
That second hand

Tick-tock, poison clock
Nightmares
Keeps me cold and stuck

Constantly the second hand
That second hand
Footsteps on the staircase
Footsteps on the staircase