Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Truth

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

patterns genetic mold

The of life, it 's ways are cold

No one seemed to know for

A look of falling to death 's door

Living unreal, time is to

Booking passage on a journey

Blackened veins of sadness

A painted mask induced gladness
With a spike or a bottle

Tiny cartoon pictures on a of paper blotter

He was a man, was fear's
Sickness don't fail, don't to self-esteem

Unseen vessel, undreamed

No one knows if you wrong or if you were right

R.I.P. H.B.

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