I just wish my life could be as strange as a conspiracy

I hold out hope but there's no way of being what I want to be

Dragons blow fire, angels fly, spirits wither in the air

I'm just me I can't deny I'm neither here, there nor anywhere

Oh you should see my trail of disgrace,

it's enough to scare the whole human race

I don't care about this life, they say there'll be another one

defeatist attitude I know will you be sorry when I've gone

Primitive painters are ships floating on an empty sea

gathering in galleries were stallions of imagery

FELT 'Primitive Painters'