i knew a man i m proud to say but he couldn t live in a world he couldn t see hidden patterns genetic mold the laws of life it s ways are cold 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 caldwell r i p 
['doom metal', 'psychedelic doom', 'sludge metal', 'stoner rock']