I think someone who are so depressed and wearing such tattoo would listen to much heavier music

Something like this maybe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJBjWpas0q4

And we won't be breathing in that same sun again

None of this will ever surface again

How we get older, how we forget about each other

And the angel falls to the sky

Raised and coiled she blessed this day she did

And it rings our ears

She rarely flies anymore, burden broke her wings

And I know this ghost, I have seen it before

Young it is the dying too fast, too soon, I'll be okay

The air thins in the quick and our lips move but we hear no sound

She whispered "Every time you justify, another good in you dies"

Your faith and fear seared me, and love and you pull all the right strings

"How we get older, how we forget about each other," she said

Entwined within the sadder of days.

Or this https://youtu.be/Y1gi_aOe334?t=8

I want to be dead with my friends (x2)

Wide-eyed, brilliant, (x)

I want to be dead with my friends.

When the iron sharpens the iron.

I want to be dead with my friends

(Mother load, unforgettable hand?)

When boredom sees the beating of our purple hearts, Against this,

Even gods fight violently in vain,

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost,

But now we're the first of the fashionably late.

Loved ones decompose

You'll dance around their bones

Most of us are holy ghosts

All of us are holy ghosts

We made the scene when we made a scene

And though it was brief,

It meant everything.

Oh what a pity,

Now they're bound to make us saints.

Against this, even (boys) fight violently in vain,

What chance could we have stood?

We're the last of the lost,

But now we're the first of the fashionably late.

I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave.

You were all there with me.