Depressionista

Trained in the art of devastating

The arts be remaining unmoved in their midst

We came down, down, down

From that high 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 melodies wrong

But we remember the words

We're parasites, 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