Текст песни Saint Vitus - Bitter Truth
Saint Vitus - Bitter Truth слова песни
I knew a man, I `m proud to sayBut he couldn`t live in a world he couldn`t seeThe laws of life, it `s ways are coldHidden patterns genetic moldNo one seemed to know for sureA knowing look of falling to death `s doorLiving unreal, time is to stealBooking passage on a journey unknownBlackened veins of nihilistic sadnessA painted mask substance induced gladnessWith a spike or from a bottleTiny cartoon pictures on a square of paper blotterHe was a man, was fear`s machineSickness don`t fail, don`t succumb to self-esteemUnseen vessel, undreamed flightNo one knows if you were wrong or if you were rightR.I.P. H.B.[Dedicated to Dough (H.B.) Caldwell - R.I.P.]