Gatsby's American Dream Smirking
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
