A Volta Dos Que Não Foram

You never left from there
Still, never wanted to listen to me
Hates parties, too much joy
None of this is in line with your liturgy
If someone makes a mistake, you're the first to judge
It's always the other who needs to improve
When you do something, you expect to be rewarded
Jealousy and envy coexist side by side

The return of those who didn't go
The revolt of those who didn't go
Worse than being lost far from home
Is being lost inside your own home

You're not well, but you keep smiling
You're an expert in the art of pretending
If you sin, you deserve forgiveness
But if it's the other, you already think of condemnation
Someone is happy, you don't want to celebrate
If success isn't yours
You already want to cry
Saintly face, but wicked heart
You're sick, you need to be healed

The return of those who didn't go
The revolt of those who didn't go
Worse than being lost far from home
Is being lost inside your own home

Turning life into a funeral
Legalistic, crazy about the ritual