Hope Lane Is A Dead End

Botched Blueprints
Caged like an animal, guard dogs left astray. I'm happier here in isolation, a framed capsulation of a life I never lived, I never even lived. If this picture's worth a thousand words, then why are my ten thousand only one picture to you? I'm no Van Gogh, but I can see straight without the aide of hallucinogens. Settle? Settle? I will succeed. Settle? Settle? I will be free. Settle? Settle? I will succeed. Settle? Settle? I'm finally gonna be free. Envisioning nothing may be near impossible to do, but we're as close as we can come to a negative substance. It's like dreaming without lucidity. It's like dreaming without my lucidity. I'm done here. Rendezvous in hell From Letras Mania