Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Gatsbys American Dream
Eloise sits, this privileged corpse
A mundane pace offers no struggle
Denny holds tight
Chrome death kiss on a platter
He enters like raid to a hive
What/who do you want to be
Or would you rather die here tonight
This is just an empty, sickening mural of cubicles and apparel
Draw business with syringes
A stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to five
Have you ever seen a life much sadder
But still you climb