Saint Vitus - Bitter Truth - Sözleri

I knew a man, I 'm proud to say

But he couldn't live in a world he couldn't see





Hidden patterns genetic mold





The laws of life, it 's ways are cold





No one seemed to know for sure



A knowing look of falling to death 's door



Living unreal, time is to steal





Booking passage on a journey unknown



Blackened veins of nihilistic sadness





A painted mask substance induced gladness

With a spike or from a bottle







Tiny cartoon pictures on a square of paper blotter





He was a man, was fear's machine

Sickness don't fail, don't succumb to self-esteem





Unseen vessel, undreamed flight



No one knows if you were wrong or if you were right



R.I.P. H.B.







[Dedicated to Dough (H.B.) Caldwell - R.I.P.]

														   

														   



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