[Verse 1] Paul Gilroy speaks of empires past Postcolonial wounds that always last When nations lose their stolen pride They cannot mourn what they must hide The future shrinks when we can't grieve The lies that made us all believe [Chorus] Melancholia holds us tight When we can't mourn we lose the fight The future fades when past won't heal Depression makes it hard to feel Break the cycle, face the pain Only then we'll rise again [Verse 2] Darian Leader draws the line Between the grief that's yours and mine Mourning has an object clear Melancholia breeds the fear Of losing something undefined A hole that's carved into the mind [Chorus] Melancholia holds us tight When we can't mourn we lose the fight The future fades when past won't heal Depression makes it hard to feel Break the cycle, face the pain Only then we'll rise again [Verse 3] Wendy Brown warns the left today Don't let nostalgia lead the way When movements cling to battles won They miss the fights that must be run Left melancholy stops us cold Romanticizing days of old [Bridge] Three thinkers teach us how to see Why futures die from memory Colonial guilt and personal loss Political dreams we thought were boss All become the same disease When we can't let the past release [Chorus] Melancholia holds us tight When we can't mourn we lose the fight The future fades when past won't heal Depression makes it hard to feel Break the cycle, face the pain Only then we'll rise again [Outro] Supplementary but essential truth The loss of future starts with youth When empires fall and dreams decay We must learn new ways to pray For tomorrow's hope to find its way Beyond the ghosts of yesterday
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