Luyện nghe bài hát Depressionista

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our orbits are collapsing themselves
We're into the vogue
Where sucking the blood from the necks of guitars

Beg for the of prose
piled up behind 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 other down
We were oh so close to the start when finished us

Aim the at the ground
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 closed of stimulus
That runs fashion and guilt
Is winding tighter around the

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