Game Over

Game Over

Gatsby´s American Dream
(album: Why We Fight)

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�.
I´m not the same as I used to be.
When all you sow is hate; it�s a bitter harvest.
You�ll get what you earn.
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.