Threehead

Bless you all who made laughter Labs creation in head Thanks to those who wrote novel Efflorescence from the dead Troubled is creator Whose mind is always dancing Dance, your forehead Dance, your forehead, forehead sweats Numbers one to Numbers one to six does not exist Dance, your forehead Dance, your forehead, forehead sweats Numbers one to Numbers one to six does not exist Goodness, me the painter Every view a light Hugs goes to the steeple Efflorescence from the life Dance, your forehead Dance, your forehead, forehead sweats Numbers one to Numbers one to six does not exist Dance, your forehead Dance, your forehead, forehead sweats Numbers one to Numbers one to six does not exist I know the way to life Past the twenty-seventh birth date Your theories are crazy, brings nothing but maybes Your problems are building, twenty floors said and counting Yes, but you know not of the mind you speak My strength rises in dreams and in life, grows weak The artist, the raper, the candlestick maker Myself and I, put dreams to life The artist, the raper, the candlestick maker Myself and I, put dreams to life --- Threehead - The Most Serene Republic