Why do I feel a presence lingering?
Retreating from my apathy
Always behind whispering
You lost me, you found hate

Echoes of the past
Guardians of grey
Time moves for no one here

I can sense somebody's watching me
Over my shoulder a silent scream
Always behind with bitter tongues
Whispers they keep menacing

Echoes of the past
An hourglass of blackened sand
Monuments of fate
I feel a presence rise
Life once lost
A clock begins to strike

Her green eyes bearing down, down on me
The clock queen in all her majesty
Scepter in hand, subjects fold in half
The clock queen in all her majesty

The bell tolls, a doom clock
A throne emerges from the dust

Green eyes bearing down on me
Clock queen in all her majesty
Green eyes bearing down on me
Clock queen in all her majesty