Shhhhhh! I'm Listening To Reason Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

Break out the blindfolds 

There's teens cloaked in sheepskin 

And we are the wolves at bay 

Put her to bed with the big ones and well charge them at the door 

The devil soon was a vagabond and we dressed him for the prom 

And now the chorus sings filth hymns 

As the next horseman will transform 

Show me a swollen-headed hotshot son of a bitch 

Who licks his lips caked with glory 

And ghosts in fine suits will go dancing with contracts in their hands 

Alright Ill say 'Goddamn' 

The smoke and cameras will clear and then 

We cant surely lead them to their dooms 

Yeah, of course we can, yeah, of course we can 

Feed them shit till theyre full in their bellies 

Theyll love the taste even more than the feeling 

And if they build that tower it will fall down 

Just like the last time 

It's not the same, it's not the same 

Look at them starving while indulging in nothing 

And now laying in rubble 

Swallow us all up, we are surely not worthy 

And there is nothing left to believe so theyll believe what they see 

Swallow us all up, we are surely not worthy 

And there is nothing left to believe so theyll believe what they see 

The ballroom is alive with torn bodies under stone 

The ballroom is alive with torn bodies under stone