Why must the tin-headed know
What I can and cannot do?
A task worth knowing
Or just something to do?
How can the thoughts of a few
Become the love of many?
Trusted? belived?
Taught as the truth?
Hold my head
What will the rush of ideas
Eclipsing all others
Mean to the core?
And never ending
Never forgiving
When is the moment of truth
And how will you know it?
Decide the valid, the true
Decide the living from the dead
Pain in my head
Always will a lunatic
Clutching my head
Lways will a genius
Clutching my head
Yet always will a lunatic
Pain in my head
Yet always will a genius
Pain in my head
Always will a lunatic
Clutching my head
Lways will a genius
Clutching my head
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