Depressionista
Every Time I Die Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Every Time I Die's "Depressionista" delve into the themes of disillusionment, isolation, and the cycle of self-destructive behavior within the music industry. The song begins by discussing how the band members have been trained to create music that is intentionally devastating. They have become desensitized to the beauty of their art and the outside world, and instead, they are focused on seeking out more experiences that will allow them to feel something.


The band members are described as "bloodless" and "uninterrupted," further emphasizing their detachment from humanity. They feel like they are constantly being passed around, like they are nothing more than currency in the music industry. The repeated refrain of "Until death do we rock" is an ironic reference to the shallow, romanticized idea of "rockstar" culture. The lyrics suggest that the band members are aware of their own inauthenticity, but they continue to perform for the sake of their audience who keep buying into their phony image.


The chorus, "The closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart," highlights the toxic relationship between the music industry and the artist. The band members feel like they are being suffocated by the constant pressure to stay relevant and maintain their image. They feel like they are stuck in a never-ending cycle of hollow, meaningless experiences that only serve to reinforce their nihilistic worldview.


Overall, "Depressionista" is a scathing critique of the music industry and the destructive consequences it can have on artists. The lyrics suggest that the band members are aware of their own complicity in perpetuating this cycle of self-destructive behavior, but they feel powerless to break free from it.


Line by Line Meaning

Trained in the art of devastating
We are experienced in causing complete destruction in whatever we do


The arts be remaining unmoved in their midst
Although we cause destruction in our art, we are not deterred by its effects


We came down, down, down From that high and now we're looking for more
After experiencing a high, we are now looking for something more to keep us going


We're bloodless now And we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all
We have become insensitive to the beauty of life and are unaffected by it


We're passed around, around, around Like the currency of the friendless roads
We are being passed around aimlessly, like money in the pockets of those without friends


One trick pony and the parlor Isn't big enough for the both of us
Our talents are limited and therefore we cannot both succeed in the same field


'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
Our music is fake, but you keep supporting us and buying into it


The closed circuit of stimulus That runs between fashion and guilt Is winding tighter around the heart
The constant need to conform to society's standards and the guilt that comes with it is suffocating us emotionally


Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves We're retreating into the vogue Where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars
We are self-destructing and losing sight of ourselves, while simultaneously clinging to the fame and success brought by our music


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 constantly search for inspiration for our music, but still struggle to create anything worthwhile


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
We rely on each other for our success, but our toxic relationship is slowly destroying us


Aim the mast at the ground Aim the mast at the ground And sail us to the belly of the whale
We are willing to self-destruct and be swallowed by our own music


'Til death do we rock? We're so full of shit 'Til death do we rock? You keep buying it
Our music is still fake, but you keep buying it and allowing us to continue the facade


The closed circuit of stimulus That runs between fashion and guilt Is winding tighter around the heart
Our emotional struggles caused by societal pressure have become overwhelming and all-consuming


Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves But we stand in the traffic indifferent To the grand histrionics of God unmoved
Our lives are falling apart, but we are numb to it all and continue to live recklessly




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BUCKLEY, NOVAC, WILLIAMS

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