Lyrics

Through the ruins, through the haze,
I walk alone in shattered days.
The air is still, the echoes fade,
Yet whispers call me to his grave.

I hear his laughter, soft and thin,
A melody beneath my skin.
No chains could break his twisted song,
Yet now the world is cold and wrong.

Where the madness rests, the silence speaks,
A broken voice, a heart that weeps.
I kneel before the hatters past,
And ask his ghost how long this lasts.

The teacups cracked, his clock won’t chime,
The world still turns, but not through time.
His hat lies still, the brim now torn,
No riddle left, no smile reborn.

I hear his laughter, lost in dust,
A hollow sound, a fading trust.
No chains could hold the way he shined,
Yet now he sleeps, and I am blind.

Where the madness rests, the silence speaks,
A broken voice, a heart that weeps.
I kneel before the hatters rest,
And ask his ghost, is this pain in my chest?

Did I kill him too soon?
A crimson throne, his hollow tune.
I see his face through falling rain,
And every tear I shed repeats his name.

Where the madness rests, the silence calls,
No hatter left behind these walls.
I beg for words, for one last sound,
But all I hear is his silent ground.

The world still turns, the clocks still break,
The Queen still rules, yet hearts still ache.
And in the dark, beneath the stone,
A laugh remains, though I’m alone.