Depressionista

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, x2
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