Since you were born You looked for something more From a childhood of needs To a wretched death You were feeling that time Should fast had paid his dues But you soon realized That you had to deal with it by your own Alone in the world Even with a crowd around Against the throne Of overrated mediocrity From sword to brush With certainty you cut down Your enemies And your audience Alone in the world Even with a crowd around Against the throne Of overrated mediocrity From nobles to the poor You were standing tall Bold and arrogant To show them who you were But there was someone that Didn't recognize your grandeur (And) wanted your head on a plate And your blood in a glass Alone in the world Even with a crowd around Against the throne Of overrated mediocrity