Gone
Gone

The time had finally come to kill the vein
And I'm dropping down the dirt on your grave
It might hurt so bad, but I can't feel sad
Rid of a fool like you
The wrath has just begun
The time has finally come
And it hurts so bad, and it drives you mad
Life with a blinded view

It makes them disappear
It fills their lives with fear
When their future isn't clear
It makes them disappear

Gone
Gone

So the coward has up and run to be saved
But with each step taken down, you sink in the grave
It might hurt so bad, but I can't feel sad
Rid of a fool like you

It makes them disappear
It fills their lives with fear
When the future isn't clear
It makes them disappear

Get the fuck on down the road

It makes them disappear
It fills their lives with fear
When their future isn't clear
It makes them disappear

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Darrell Lance Abbott, Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Vincent Paul Abbott