Obstinate Passenger

Melancholy visits in waves It says, "hello" and digs me a grave A hedonistic society, I partially blame Why are all their philosophies exactly the same? Perhaps if I migrate, the pain would suddenly cease But hell's an obstinate passenger Hell is a disease My demons dance so ardently Stepping on each other's toes It's when the presence of you Is gone, my demons start to show I'll feign a smile, mock the faces of common-folk expressions To masquerade a morose dread, a gratuitous depression