Gone کے بول

Stick me with pins Peel away my skin Pluck out my eyes I can't stand to see you die Dark skies have followed me Into this hollow tree Memories of moonlit nights Replaced by this hopeless plight An angel with tattered wings To me I hear you sing What's become is unjust I shuffle through your lonely dust A fire that cannot quit Upon Hell's throne I must sit All I do is scream at night It's a silent fight For you now There's nothing right I and to you I say goodnight