Game Over - Gatsbys American Dream

Now with silence broken

Your torch has sputtered out

And now the tribe has spoken

You’re voted out and there’s not time for your last words.

I hope that you feel rotten

When you get what you earn.

For what it’s worth

I’ll be happy when you’re gone.

You’re just a little man,

You burned the bridge.

We’re not the same.

The consequences come when they’re the last things that you’re looking for.

Not the nucleus of your stupid game.

You’re not the judge (5x).

I’m not the same as I used to be.

When all you sew is hate;

It’s a bitter harvest.

You’ll get what you deserve.

You’ll get back what you ask for

But you won’t win this time.

You won’t win.

I’ll shut you down.

Game over.

With silence broken, my tired voice can sing I’m sorry.