Luyện nghe bài hát Depressionista

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The closed circuit of
That between fashion and guilt
Is winding tighter the heart

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