Eyes open to Melancholy Town
So much big, but too empty
Every hood, every house, every room
Defines a different world

All the people are looking only for themselves
Ignoring the question of why the other dude has to go to the cell
The exchange currency becomes life
While at the same time, countless men are losing to suicide

So many are suffering
On their left, some are smoking
On their right, some are laughing

Think about it, why are they laughing?
Is it for the attempt of the man who escapes the tempt
To free himself from the system that makes him a victim?
And corrupts him day after day, turning him into a mannequin
Making him run away from himself?

Living for the work? You lie, that's not yourself
Then they laugh at the guys trying to change the game
Those who don't have anyone to blame?
You, sir, are the true clown
The servant for those who wear a crown

Eyes open to Melancholy Town
Distant places, but they look the same
Every company, every building, every office
Defines a different objective

Your dreams don't come true, that is, my people, the goddamn truth
Are you happy now? So wake up now
Before the Sun rises, and come home when the Sun goes down

You don't have the right to make failures
But have the need to do things quickly and catch the elevator
Go to the third floor, back to the second floor, open the door
While inside your head, you want to let out a roar

Suppress emotions and don't be late
If that happens, you get fired, they don't hesitate

The top man, far, far away from inferiority
The superiority of man and the power he gains with his plans
He's not a God, but he can decide your life
Do not fight him, because if you do, you should know that he's not kind

Where are the changes? Where is the child with hope?
Did he turn the pages? Or is it just a phase
And then come the ages?

The dreamer who lost faith sees the dark world
That doesn't want to hear his words
And gives up on God, becoming unfaithful

The Earth just wants you for one purpose
To use you, then later dispose of you
And then use the sons of you

They call it the cycle of life
And suffering is just a part of Melancholy Town
So be welcome to Melancholy Town
Doesn't matter where you go, she will follow

Want a tip?
Don't overthink, just live