Lyrics Gatsby's American Dream

Gatsby's American Dream

Counterfeit Language

you've seen this kid before

he sits fists clenched

when he looks up he sees tigers

when he looks inwards he sees disgust

disgust for a jungle that is alive

a hand-me down false hope that is hard to swallow

when the truth has been realized

they'll destroy you

so what now adapt and fit in to this system

no, learn the language of this tribe

walk among them and in time