World Of Gone Lyrics

Konvent 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 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