looks like the real thing - Gatsbys American Dream

I can tell you’re lying

It cuts through my belly

Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes

And the children gather 'round to lap it up

And the children gather round

I am empty

Others are overfilled on what I’ve given up, so come on

I can tell you’re lying

To them it’s Technicolor

I can tell you’re lying.

It cuts through my belly

Lies this deck is stacked with lies

But no one knows the difference

So what’s the difference?

You see

We all walk on a string

If I bounce you bounce too

It’s all connected

The sun carries the hanging moon from its shoulders and says

«If I don’t shine, then you don’t shine»

And if I fail and you succeed what does it mean

Their eyes are sunken.

Come on look at them

These kids have needs

We balance on a string

When it’s all over maybe then you’ll see you’re

Blinded by your greed

Are you blinded?

Are you blinded?

I can tell you’re lying