Letra de Bitter Truth

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.]