I knew a man, I 'm proud to say
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But he couldn't live in a world he couldn't see
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The laws of life, it 's ways are cold
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Hidden patterns genetic mold
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No one seemed to know for sure
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A knowing look of falling to death 's door
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Living unreal, time is to steal
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Booking passage on a journey unknown
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Blackened veins of nihilistic sadness
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A painted mask substance induced gladness
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With a spike or from a bottle
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Tiny cartoon pictures on a square of paper blotter
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He was a man, was fear's machine
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Sickness don't fail, don't succumb to self-esteem
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Unseen vessel, undreamed flight
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No one knows if you were wrong or if you were right
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R.I.P. H.B.
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[Dedicated to Dough (H.B.) Caldwell - R.I.P.]
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Bitter Truth
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| Saint Vitus |
