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