Gone

Don't put your hands on me, covered in dirt and grime and dust
Will we turn out to be silence and fossils and decay and rust

Hands running down your spine
Hands that will hide your light
You can't bring it back to life, it's gone
Hands covering your eyes
Hands that will steal your sight
You can't bring it back to life, it's gone

As you float from season to season
Hoarding all your reasons
Are you having fun
Are you out for blood
Are you having fun, it's gone

Ghosts are at it again, clawing cobwebs in the back of your head
Good boys will break their bread, seeking safety from the tomb of your bed



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Muradian
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