DESCRIPTION:
Album: Gatsby's American Dream (Self-titled)

Lyrics:
I'm not mad I'm just tired and it makes me sad At least it makes me something different
I hate this place And all these guys and their fancy clothes It doesn't seem like music at all
I'll speak the truth, so you know I mean it I'll take my time, so you know I mean it You know I mean it
All the things I've seen just seem to me To confirm to me my deep belief There is a difference, there is a difference
This place is built of men People who crush your hope The things that make you different
My art is no art at all My art is just bought and sold It makes no difference
What you believe If you don't stand up and make a difference I know you really wanna believe You really wanna but it's much easier
To look the same and sound the same To play the game but I wanna misbehave And I'm not that different, I'm not that different