Gone from Casket Cassette by Casket Cassette

Wrote me a letter from the psych ward—
they took away your laces and the H that you scored.
Blue socks they gave you, so you’d never slip and fall.
You fall apart anyway, what’s the point of it all?

Gone, gone, you are gone.
Gone, gone, you are gone.
Gone, gone, you are gone.
Gone, gone, you are gone.

5150, now you’re on your own,
you’re sick and lost, even in your own home.
After the hospital nothing really changed,
cuz what’s the difference with a needle in your vein?

Gone, gone, you are gone.
Gone, gone, you are gone.
Gone, gone, you are gone.
Gone, gone, you are gone.

The ground is waiting up in Glendale—
the coffin’s waiting, it just needs one last nail.
White dresses in the wind blow ragged, free and wild—
without a body they just float for a while.

• 80s
• Alternative
• darkwave
• goth
• post-punk
• synthpop
• Los Angeles