מילים לשיר Bitter Truth – Saint Vitus

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
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.).