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