Buying new soul de Porcupine Tree

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 door
i still rage and wage my little war
i'm a shade and easy to ignore
White wall, i had to paint a door
i always find that i've been through it before
close it up and throw away the key
break the code, how happy i could be
I woke up and i had a big idea
to buy a new soul at the start of every year
i paid up and it cost me pretty dear
here's a hymn to those that disappear