He drinks his pride like a dying knight,
A drunken fool.
His head is up, he knows he's right
But he's dead wrong, life's way too cruel.

The gentle soul of this man, this wasted,
Cannot withstand the harsh cold blows.
Too much a boy, a naive that lasted
How many hits nobody knows.

He drinks his pride like a dying knight,
A drunken fool.
His head is up, he knows he's right
But he's dead wrong, life's way too cruel.

He sits aside and keeps apart,
He lacks the will to make dreams real life.
Blind to the fact that deep in heart,
Desire is pulsing amidst lack and strife.

Wake up! I'll scream,
Fulfill your dream,
Grow up and look
The price innocence took,
Your pride you'll duel
You drunken fool.

He drinks his pride like a dying knight,
A drunken fool.
His head is up, he knows he's right,
But he's dead wrong, life's way too cruel.