The Suicide Of Miss Melancholy - Movement I: Adagio lyrics

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?