I just wish my life could be as strange as a conspiracy a whole lot up
But there's no way of being what I wanna be
Dragons blow fire angels fly; spirits wither in the air
I'm just me I can't deny, I need the cure anywhere
Oh you should see my trail of disgrace; it's enough to scare a whole human race
I don't care about this life they say there'll be another one
To feed this aptitude I know, you'll be sorry when I go
Primitive painters are ships floating on an empty sea gathering in galleries with stories of imageries
Oh you should see my trail of disgrace; it's enough to scare a whole human race