The Stance Of Evander Sinque Lyrics - My Dying Bride

He was a poor man, though he was genius 

Would they listen to this crazy man 

Would they help him to his end 

He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back 

And no-one knew him, though he was genius 

They feared him, locked him away 

And in silence would he pray 

He lived alone, though many voices spoke 

He found peace, in his own little world 

So they beat him, to his end 

He lays forgotten 

Dead skin and broken neck 

And no-one knew him 

Though he was genius 

Who was he, that crazy man 

Just a loser, to the end