Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Truth

I a man, I 'm proud to say
But he live in a world he couldn't see

Hidden patterns mold

The laws of life, it 's ways are

No one to know for sure

A knowing of falling to death 's door

unreal, time is to steal

Booking passage on a unknown

veins of nihilistic sadness

A painted mask substance induced
With a spike or a bottle

cartoon pictures on a square of paper blotter

He was a man, was machine
Sickness don't fail, don't succumb to

Unseen vessel, flight

No one knows if you were or if you were right

R.I.P. H.B.

to Dough (H.B.) Caldwell - R.I.P.]