Gatsbys american dream

I see the world in a swirl of hues, but my favorite color is shame. Tonight the sky is painted... Tonight the sky is painted melancholy and the wind sings songs as if it would lament some tragedy on...
We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your ankles and shake you down for a record or two 'Til...
like an anchor tied around my ankle but i want to swim but but but i've got to breathe they're big fucking stars i swear to god they are for all the money that you spend we will earn it hold ourselves...
Landed in this place Tried to make this island more like home But there are some things Better left behind We came here on a plane Just a bunch of little boys Oh oh oh ooooo Dance around the fire And...
You gotta bring the hope back baby The wide-eyed belief that there's something that's worth singing for I've got a lot to say, I've got a lot to say I bring the songs and I say I've got a lot to say...
Set against the mountainside And oh the hubris burns so bright But more will burn tonight I'll bury this town in ash And paint the sky with fire The city is burning I'll tear down the walls I'm gonna...
beaches make the sand white make the sand all romantic and shit palm trees, branches, imagine them green, naive, and shining with pride oh arrogant island being buried in humility like the beaches...
As we creep along The beat from our wings keeps us humming To the buzz of our hives requiem This comb will rot away Our queen is filled with eggs And thats just the worker instinctively feeding me So...
They call this the badlands, baby, But it used to be bayou The shore of an inland sea But I can (hear you coming x8) A hole in the world And the light is leaking out Spilling like water And I can...
How could you understand? The way I feel about god... How could you understand? Anything, about me at all... I am the wind, singing a sad song I am a volcano, and i'll hurt you all My pride, ripped a...