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 or 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 they’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

(Primitive Painters, lyrics by Felt)