Saint Vitus
bitter truth
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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.]
- Album:
- Live Vol. 2
- Lillie: F-65
- C.o.d.
- V
- Die Healing
- Miscellaneous
- Saint Vitus: Live
- Scion A/V Presents: Live
- Blessed Night
- Hellfest 2012
- 20 Years of Season of Mist
- The Blasting Concept, Volume 2
- Born Too Late
- Heavier Than Thou
- Saint Vitus
- Mournful Cries
- Program: Annihilator II
- The Walking Dead
- Thirsty and Miserable
- Southern Lord Let There Be Doom II