they make no sense at all they re down and yet they fall and they re all in the arts they re hungry for a line or something to get by my friends the martian arts they drink in their own curse they sleep around on drugs and they re all in the arts they re weak and pure of heart they re fucked up from the start my friends the martian arts sad it s twisted and it s bad and it s all in the arts they re wasted and they re spent i ve they went my friends the martian arts
['icelandic post-punk', 'icelandic rock', 'neo-psychedelic', 'psych gaze']