Lyrics

Footsteps echo in the dark,
Through twisted halls of shattered art.
He runs, he hides, a frantic chase,
But porcelain hands will touch his face.

Strings pull tight, the whispers grow,
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, it’s time to go.”
A hollow voice, a wicked glare,
No escape, she is everywhere.

My wires of madness, twisting deep,
Turning flesh to something bleak.
No more laughter, no more breath,
Just hollow eyes and hands of death.

His voice is cracking, stitched in fear,
A marionette of broken gears.
The tea has spilled, the clock unwinds,
His madness fades, rewired minds.

Strings pull tight, the whispers grow,
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, it’s time to go.”
No more riddles, no more games,
Just the silence where he fades.

My wires of madness, twisting deep,
Turning flesh to something bleak.
No more laughter, no more breath,
Just hollow eyes and hands of death.

"Come and see," she softly sings,
Metal bones and puppet strings.
The Hatter laughs, but he’s not there,
A hollow doll, a vacant stare.

Through Wonderland, she walks alone,
Building thrones of steel and bone.
One by one, they fade to dust,
The wires turn, the gears will rust.