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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
