gone are all of the forests
gone are all of the trees
gone are all my grandparents
they were younger, they were old, and now they are free
gone are all of the sparrows
gone from the telephone wire
gone is your baby brother
and in the morning you will wake and you'll find peace
and you cannot fight, you cant hide from
the strain that will kill your first born children
gone are the advertisements
gone are all the fast foods
gone is the misconception
that you had any right or any chance to choose
gone is all of your money

gone are all of your shoes
gone is all of your shelter
you are free now, you have nothing left to lose
and you can run, but you can't hide from
the strain that will kill your first born children
and i'm not sure what you've been searching
because its uncertain what is lurking
when you're gone
noone knows when youre gone
we don't even know
and she don't even know
noone knows when you are gone
gone is all of the land
gone are all of the seas
gone are all my poor fathers
gone is them
gone is those
and gone are we