I'm seeing grey
'Cause I called all day
Death to your machine

Give me your life
And a butter knife
Give me your head
'Cause at night you're as good as dead
I won't sleep a wink
'Til you're dead and gone

You will feel no pain
Hit by a train
You won't see a sight

You won't hear a sound
When I put you down
Not a thing at all
But your screams echo from the walls

We all can dream
That you're dead and gone

Well, write me a letter
Please tell me your lie
This time I feel better
I lied

Love lies...

Now the tears come down
To think, what have I done?
To think you're gone
You're dead and gone

-- The Curtain Society, "Dead and Gone" (September 26, 1992) --