One, two, threeLook at all those fancy clothesBut these could keep us warm just like thoseWhat about your soul, is it cold, is it?Straight from the mold and ready to be soldCars and phones and diamond ringsBling, bling, those are only removable thingsAnd what about your mind, does it shine?Are there things that concern you more than your time?Gone, going, gone, everything goneGive a damnGone be the birds when they don't want to singGone people, all awkward with their thingsGoneLook at you out to make a dealYou try to be appealing but you lose your appealAnd what about those shoes you're in today?They'll do no goodOn the bridges you burnt along the way, ohYou willing to sell anything?Gone with your hurt, leave your footprintsWe'll shame them with our wordsGone people, all careless and consumedGone, gone, going, gone, everything goneGive a damn, gone be the birds if they don't want to singGone people, all awkward with their things goneGoneGlad, goneGoneGoneGoneGoneyou