Testo Nobody Wins Gatsbys American Dream
Subtract the greed that spurs you on and thereâs no room for them in your shitty scene. Feeding on a carcass to sustain a following. Nobody wins. You want it all and you spoil it for nothing. The Scene is dying. You bleed it dry. Youâll get what you want. You feed on us, but youâre so wrong. Now running out of fuel who worships you. You persecute you. The music fails you. Who hails you? The royalty of a shitty scene. Itâs a joke you can keep it.