The Stance Of Evander Sinoue Lyrics by My Dying Bride
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He was a poor man, though he was geniusWould they listen to this crazy manWould they help him to his endHe was a tall man, pale skin and broken backAnd no-one knew him, though he was geniusThey feared him, locked him awayAnd in silence would he prayHe lived alone, though many voices spokeHe found peace, in his own little worldSo they beat him, to his endHe lays forgottenDead skin and broken neckAnd no-one knew himThough he was geniusWho was he, that crazy manJust a loser, to the end
He was a poor man, though he was geniusWould they listen to this crazy manWould they help him to his endHe was a tall man, pale skin and broken backAnd no-one knew him, though he was geniusThey feared him, locked him awayAnd in silence would he prayHe lived alone, though many voices spokeHe found peace, in his own little worldSo they beat him, to his endHe lays forgottenDead skin and broken neckAnd no-one knew himThough he was geniusWho was he, that crazy manJust a loser, to the end