Текст песни Depressionista - Every Time I Die
Trained
in
the
art
of
devastating
the
arts
by
remaining
unmoved
in
their
midst.
We
came
down,
down,
down
from
that
high,
oh,
and
now
we're
looking
for
more.
We're
bloodless
now,
and
we
are
uninterrupted
by
the
majesty
of
it
all.
We're
passed
around,
around,
around
like
the
currency
of
the
friendless
roads.
One
trick
pony.
And
the
parlor
isn't
big
enough
for
the
both
of
us.
'Til
death
do
we
rock?
We're
so
full
of
shit.
'Til
death
do
we
rock!
You
keep
buying
it.
'Til
death
do
we
rock?
You're
so
full
of
shit.
'Til
death
do
we
rock!
You're
still
buying
it.
The
closed
circuit
of
stimulus
that
runs
between
fashion
and
guilt
is
winding
tighter
around
the
heart.
Our
orbits
are
collapsing
upon
themselves.
We're
retreating
into
the
vogue
where
we're
sucking
the
blood
from
the
necks
of
guitars.
Beg
for
the
scraps
of
prose
that
piled
up
behind
the
bar.
Though
we
try
and
try
and
try
we
get
the
melody
wrong
but
we
remember
the
words.
We're
the
parasites
but
we
are
delicate
in
the
way
we
bring
each
other
down.
We
were
oh
so
close
to
the
start
when
they
finished
us.
Aim
the
mast
at
the
ground
Aim
the
mast
at
the
ground
And
sail
us
to
the
belly
of
the
whale
'Til
death
do
we
rock!
We're
so
full
of
shit.
'Til
death
do
we
rock!
You
keep
buying
it.
The
closed
circuit
of
stimulus
that
runs
between
fashion
and
guilt
is
winding
tighter
around
the
heart.
Our
orbits
are
collapsing
upon
themselves
but
we
stand
in
the
traffic
indifferent
to
the
grand
histrionics
of
god,
unmoved.
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