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