gone.




Look at all those fancy clothes, | But these could keep us warm just like those. | And what about your soul? Is it cold? | Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?
And cars and phones and diamond rings, | Bling, bling, because those are only removable things. | And what about your mind? Does it shine? | Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
Gone, going. | Gone, everything. | Gone, don’t give a damn. | Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing. | Gone, people, all awkward with their things, | Gone.
Look at you, out to make a deal. | You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal. | And what about those shoes you’re in today? | They’ll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.
And you're willing to sell, anything? | Gone, with your head. | Leave your footprints, | And we’ll shame them with our words. | Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone
Gone, gone, gone, everything. | Gone, don’t give a damn. | Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing. | Gone, people, all awkward with their things, Gone.