The Suicide Of Miss Melancholy
Текст песни Movement I Adagio

Rummage sales of ancient advertisements
Cloud the churches all around the empty city
Leaving sermons to the lowlifes in the press box…
A nation stands defenseless

Graduation Day and all the hounds are gathered
Scouting out the future talent for a desk job
Little babies taught that spending is a virtue…
Integrity is plastic.

How long? How long until you open up your eyes?
How long? How long?

New December, and all the children are praying,
To a Coca-Cola, Santa Claus Messiah
All the parents are burning up their checkbooks…
Celebrate the giving

How long? How long until you open up your eyes?
How long? How long?

Is it too much to ask for some divulgence
Of the melancholy madness all around us?
Turn a blind eye to an incarcerated conscience…
America, the godless

How long? How long until you open up your eyes?
How long? How long?