Песня Меланхолия, автор Холодный бампер

Sonny was brought up to believe money is God.
His parents pressured him into studying hard.
When he finished law school, he got a lovely lil’ job
with hopes of climbing the ladder to be the one that’s in charge.
Try to double his salary, be a stunning rich star,
have a wonderful family, cop a couple big cars.
He found a honey, then happily made her his spouse.
They got a common account, started to pay for this house.
Endebted for life… Baking cakes for Neighbors,
waving at the newspaper kid, making fake faces.
He began to hate it… and felt an emptiness swarm in,
nauseated by the routine-hell he was caught in.
Fed up with all his endless chores and infinite bordum,
he started vomiting black bile every morning.
He used to be merry, he used to fly High,
but all it took was one glimpse of the truth and bye bye.

Melancholy… Melancholy…
Affected every bone in his body.

Sonny did some research… was stunned by what he saw,
’bout how a small, corrupted group conducted war.
Fucked us all over, perched above the law.
So what’s the purpose in working in justice for ?
Reality was profit and lies mangled,
Cocky governments conquering just like vandals.
Big brother mocking us, watching from sly angles,
Illuminati plotting on top of they triangle.
(Parano