#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# #-- File created with Instab - http://www.pconline.com/~smcarey/instab.html --# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Author/Artist: gone -0---0------------------------------------------------------------------------ -0---0------------------------------------------------------------------------ -2---0------------------------------------------------------------------------ -2---0------------------------------------------------------------------------ -0---2------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----0------------------------------------------------------------------------ -0--0--0--0--0--0--2---------------------------------------------------------- -1--0--3--0--1--0--0---------------------------------------------------------- -0--0--2--0--0--0--2---------------------------------------------------------- -2--0--0--0--2--0--0---------------------------------------------------------- -3--2-----2--3--2--2---------------------------------------------------------- ----0-----0-----0------------------------------------------------------------- -2-----2-----2-----2------2---|-------------|--------------------------------- ---0-----0-----0-----0----0---|-------------|--------------------------------- -----2-----2-----2-----2--2---|-------------|--------------------------------- ------------------------------|--9--9--9--9-|-9-99-9--5----------------------- ------------------------------|--9--9--9--9-|-9-99-9--5----------------------- ------------------------------|--7--7--7--7-|-7-77-7--3----------------------- Gone, gone i am gone the senses fall, the worm has grown *** eats the guts and infect the wounds mind, mind, twisted mind give a try suicidal thought loss of impulse control we still don't know the damage done wait so long for the time to be in love crime, crime, pshyco crime *** fingerprints tells things couldn't see scary scene veins, veins, empty veins leaked blood shred flesh one colour. yeah is red