Bitter Truth — текст песни (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-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.]