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