Luyện nghe bài hát Depressionista

Trained in the art of
The arts be unmoved in their midst
We down, down, down
that high and now we're looking for more

We're now
And we are by the majesty of it all
We're around, around, around
Like the currency of the friendless

One pony and the parlor
Isn't big for the both of us

'Til do we rock?
so full of shit
'Til do we rock?
You keep it

'Til death do we
so full of shit
'Til death do we
You're buying it

The closed of stimulus
That between fashion and guilt
Is winding tighter around the

Our orbits are collapsing upon
We're retreating into the
Where we're sucking the from the necks of guitars

Beg for the scraps of
That piled up the bar
we try and try and try
We get the wrong

But we remember the
We're parasites, we are
In the way we bring each other
We oh so close to the start when they finished us

Aim the mast at the
Aim the at the ground
And sail us to the belly of the

'Til do we rock?
We're so full of
'Til death do we
You keep it

The circuit of stimulus
runs between fashion and guilt
Is winding around the heart

Our orbits are upon themselves
But we in the traffic indifferent
To the histrionics of God unmoved