Looking Glass - Saint Vitus

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

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