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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