Gatsby's American Dream. Other. Smirking. Zeneszám

The sea levels have risen, pushing the tides
You've finally seen your fall
Waves suffocate your cesspool of poison
Your carelessness is your enemy
and nature will have its revenge
Evacuation is no longer an option.

The icy water tickles your throats
indulging itself in your bodies and homes
and this country is a better place for it

There's no glamour in your city under the sea
Now it's just a place for the fish to feed and egos to bleed
Your pacific haven has tumbled

The day of reckoning has come
Hell's fire is burning low
and your souls are needed for the fuel