Текст песни Deee-Pression

Must be the word, must be expression

The creature stirs, must be progression

Shake when I'm empty

Like a bowl full of semper fi

Hung by the chimney to signify, simplify

What wants to be what works through me

What wants to be what talks to me

And if I'm right in my impression

It's only luck, not self-possession

If to examine what we slam

Is a waste of fate

Stockings are worn by the Santa grate

To gravitate

What wants to be what works through me

What wants to be what talks to me

Gentle into that good night we could ride

The sky dark against trees bright from inside

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Woke to the contract to see it as reflected light

Fit of depression, right

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right

Fit of depression right now

Fit of depression right

Right now

Right now

Right now