Luyện nghe bài hát Depressionista

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

We're now
And we are uninterrupted by the of it all
passed around, around, around
Like the currency of the roads

One trick pony and the
big enough for the both of us

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

death do we rock?
You're so full of
death do we rock?
You're still it

The closed circuit of
That runs fashion and guilt
Is winding tighter around the

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

Beg for the of prose
That up behind the bar
we try and try and try
We get the melodies

But we the words
We're parasites, we are
In the way we bring other down
We were oh so close to the when they finished us

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

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

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

Our orbits are collapsing themselves
But we stand in the traffic
To the grand of God unmoved