I Live In A Box Of Paints

I Conceived In Art College At The Age Of 20, Near The End Of Term.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

But You Know It's Hard To Tell When You're In The Spell If It's Wrong Or If It's Real But You're Bound To Lose If You Let The Blues Get You Scared To Feel

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.