gone are all of the forests   gone are all of the trees   gone are all my grandparents   they were younger, they were old, and now they are free      gone are all of the sparrows   gone from the telephone wire   gone is your baby brother   and in the morning you will wake and you'll find peace      and you cannot fight, you cant hide from   the strain that will kill your first born children      gone are the advertisements   gone are all the fast foods   gone is the misconception   that you had any right or any chance to choose      gone is all of your money   gone are all of your shoes   gone is all of your shelter   you are free now, you have nothing left to lose      and you can run, but you can't hide from   the strain that will kill your first born children   and i'm not sure what you've been searching   because its uncertain what is lurking   when you're gone   noone knows when youre gone   we don't even know   and she don't even know   noone knows when you are gone      gone is all of the land   gone are all of the seas   gone are all my poor fathers   gone is them   gone is those   and gone are we