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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 fewd

Become the love of many

Trusted, believed

Taught as the truth



Hold my head



What will the rush of ideas

Eclipsing all others

Mean to the core

And neverending

Never forgiving

When is the moment of truth

And how will you know it

DEcide the valid from the true

Decide the living from the dead



Pain in my head



Always will a lunatic

Clutching my head

Alwayhs will a genius

Pain in my head