Day twelve : Buying new soul

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

Day one : Anaesthetise

“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 “