Gone

Verse 1:
He looks out the window
Like he is holding something back
I spy all eyes are watching him sit
Still as a statue, holding something
Black

Pre-chorus:
He don't need to
Let his thoughts out

Chorus:
He's gone insane
He's cut off everybody
We're not to blame
Although he tried to tell me

Verse 2:
He looks
At his cold grey cell wall
Like he is willing it to crack
I spy all eyes are watching him sit
Still as a statue, holding something
Back

Verse 3:
I know it's a long way down
Stil got a pulse though when you hit the ground
It seems it's the same to me
Four quarts down in a cold grey 
Dream