Saint Vitus - Bitter Truth lyrics

I knew a man, I 'm proud to say

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

The laws of life, it 's ways are cold

Hidden patterns genetic mold

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.]