A Mind of Metal and Wheels - Gatsbys American Dream

Far beyond

There lies the vaudeville where creatures are gathering

The assembly

Cackle and drool at a land slowly dying

The monologue begins

The man is abandoned

And he cracks a lonely smile

Like an oyster that’s been shucked and dead

The company the red

Posies they sprang and they whispered

Sweet tragedy

«There's a bird who is broken down

She hunts the soil so her young can feed

But the morning never stays for long

And the flock will starve for needs.»

This is the act you see

Our seeds were sown in fertile soil

And the crowd all cheered as the men as beasts

Destroyed the crop and field

Sweet tragedy

The ensemble’s tune of wretched abandon

Where desperate souls

They litter the pavement

Where beasts roam the world

In arrogant fashion

Trampling the harvest and spoiling the soil