The Stance Of Evander Sinque
He was a poor man, though he was genius
Would they listen to the 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 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
La Postura de Evander Sinque
Era un hombre pobre, aunque era un genio
¿Escucharían al hombre loco?
¿Lo ayudarían hasta su fin?
Era un hombre alto, piel pálida y espalda rota
Y nadie lo conocía, aunque era un genio
Lo temían, lo encerraron
Y en silencio rezaba
Vivía solo, aunque muchas voces hablaban
Encontraba paz en su pequeño mundo
Así que lo golpearon, hasta su fin
Yace olvidado
Piel muerta y cuello roto
Y nadie lo conocía
Aunque era un genio
¿Quién era él, ese hombre loco?
Solo un perdedor, hasta el final