the colours of confinement

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all sorts of information.

in my imagination,

life is animation,

and the writers are telling a sad story.

a vast and pure collection.

in my own reflection,

i can only see my destination.

i am on my way to hell.

there are all sorts of things,

i can never explain.

there are terrors out there,

waiting for us.

in my dreams,

i believe,

in miracles.

[bridge]

all sorts of information.

my job is confirmation.

life is animation,

and the writers are laughin' at the results.

a vast and dignified,

collection that i find,

is primitive in it's words.

and lacking good works.

there are all sorts of things,

i can never explain.

[chorus]

life is images on canvas.

gods know just how to end us.

life is delirium.

life in a sanitarium.

there's no way out of here.

my fate is clear.

i will die here.

[bridge]

all sorts of indignation,

makin' me question my luck.

all sorts information,

up for comtemplation,

life is imagination,

and we are pawns.

to my destination,

i am on my way but,

is it my right to question where,

i go?

there are all sorts of things,

i can never explain.

there are terrors out there,

waiting for us.

in my dreams,

i believe,

in miracles.

[chorus]

life is images on canvas.

gods know just how to end us.

life is delirium.

life in a sanitarium.

there's no way out of here.

my fate is clear.

i will die here forgoten and alone.

i will die here with no hope.

i will die here with no home.

[solo]

image on canvas with no colour.

toys in the attic,

knowledge burnt asunder.

do you honestly,

believe,

this is best for me?

locked inside,

with nowhere to hide,

but i got 4 corners.

lockin' me in,

keep me closed off from the world,

that i see,

is animation,

imagination,

declaration of my insanity.

know not limit,

to my anarchy.

know not power,

i am never free.

know not mercy,

i am so unclean.

[chorus]

life is images on canvas.

gods know just how to end us.

life is delirium.

life in a sanitarium.

there's no way out of here.

my fate is clear.

i will die here forgoten and alone.

i will die here with no hope.

i will die here without a home.

[instrumets fade out]

image on a canvas with no colour.

image on a canvas with no colour.

image on a canvas with no colour.

image on a canvas with no colour.

[end]