"What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially." – Camera Lucida , Roland Barthes
Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me Dig a hole and throw it out to sea Break the code, how happy I could be I still wave at the dots on the shore And I still beat my head against the wall I still rage and wage my little war I’m a shade and easy to ignore
“We’re lost in the mall, shuffling through the stores like zombies Well what is the point? What can money buy? My hand’s on a gun and I find the range, God tempts me Well, what did you say? Think I’m passing out Only apathy from the pills in me It’s all in me, all in you Electricity from the pills in me It’s all in me, all in you “