A child that's born in pain
Kicked from the fireside
Landing in obscurity
I'll cry again
Nine times I'm bleeding In my purity

Metranil Dreams of becoming a neon
You don't even take him seriously
How am I going to get to heaven
When I'm just balanced so precariously

Fame takes down his clohes
Looks for the smallest of inhabitants
Hell, I suppose
You know me
I wasn't built for elegance
Once I was pride
Lived in the sweetest dream of foolishness
Lines etvhed on my face
Seek a path that never
Begs it's own redress

Listener:
"He was a brave man
He was a brave man."