Bitter Truth Lyrics - Mournful Cries - Saint Vitus

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.]