Gone by Eliquate Lyrics
By now, you've noticed certain themes repeating
As much as we hoped to escape this lack of meaning
You tricked us
How dare you
So dutifully careful
So rooted in their truth
Nothing else to compare to
Why?
Why is knowing I'm alive become an obstacle?
Realizing I don't know exactly who I'm talking to
Futility, knowing too much for no reason
Ability, using what I know to make achievements
Instilled in me, for better or worse, a sense of purpose...
Offers no refuge
Just makes it more discursive
God damn it
It's the reason I live
And that's as literal as I feel I'm trying to get
The beauty in the senseless
On this I'm obsessed
The line that rests in subtext
Is all I got left
So bye-bye
Gone for good
Futility, why try to know more than this
That this was a pretty good life...
Gone (Gone)
And never coming back...
It's gone. (gone)
And never coming back... (x8)
Well folks, we did it
Seems that we have made a problem
That we can not contain yet
So smoke em' if you got em'
Thanks for giving us a chance to live in your establishment
In case you can't tell
I'm using sarcasm...
As a coping tool to soften exactly just how bad it
Terrifies me to know that on average
Most people die, and they never see it coming
The man in the black pajamas
So smooth and cunning
The dark after the storm, from whence I came running
Maybe could avoid it
If something becomes nothing
The seas don't cease boiling
And I just can not stomach
How out of my hands its becoming from it
I can tumble backwards, embracing the plummet
Accountable for actions
Because it's so sudden
Awaken from a dream about a terrible accident
To find myself the passenger when the driver is absent
Thus...
Gone...
As much as we hoped to escape this lack of meaning
You tricked us
How dare you
So dutifully careful
So rooted in their truth
Nothing else to compare to
Why?
Why is knowing I'm alive become an obstacle?
Realizing I don't know exactly who I'm talking to
Futility, knowing too much for no reason
Ability, using what I know to make achievements
Instilled in me, for better or worse, a sense of purpose...
Offers no refuge
Just makes it more discursive
God damn it
It's the reason I live
And that's as literal as I feel I'm trying to get
The beauty in the senseless
On this I'm obsessed
The line that rests in subtext
Is all I got left
So bye-bye
Gone for good
Futility, why try to know more than this
That this was a pretty good life...
Gone (Gone)
And never coming back...
It's gone. (gone)
And never coming back... (x8)
Well folks, we did it
Seems that we have made a problem
That we can not contain yet
So smoke em' if you got em'
Thanks for giving us a chance to live in your establishment
In case you can't tell
I'm using sarcasm...
As a coping tool to soften exactly just how bad it
Terrifies me to know that on average
Most people die, and they never see it coming
The man in the black pajamas
So smooth and cunning
The dark after the storm, from whence I came running
Maybe could avoid it
If something becomes nothing
The seas don't cease boiling
And I just can not stomach
How out of my hands its becoming from it
I can tumble backwards, embracing the plummet
Accountable for actions
Because it's so sudden
Awaken from a dream about a terrible accident
To find myself the passenger when the driver is absent
Thus...
Gone...