World of Gone - Konvent

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 march on

Aimlessly

Into an endless world of gone

Aimlessly

And still the echoes march on

On

On

Tick tock, poison clock

Shocking

Keeps me cold and stuck

Numbing

Tick tock, poison clock

Nightmares

Keeps me cold and stuck

Your 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

Your footsteps on the staircase

Your footsteps on the staircase