3 is the number of guilt
Guilt is the house that Triad built
I fear the triad consequence(?)
So I hide behind my picket fence
A triangle is not structurally sound
At any time it could crumble to the ground
Still bet your butt that is seems so grand
Yeah, but someday I swear it'll crumble into sand
It seems that you live your life in 3s
It's raised over my head head like the sword of Demicles
I refuse just a corner of the stone
If the choice is 3 or 1 then I'd rather be alone
A triangle is not structurally sound
At any time it may crumble to the ground
Still bet your butt that is seems so grand
Yeah, but someday I swear it'll crumble...(x2)
Into sand...
Into sand...
Into sand...
So good-bye Baypath road all your influence is done
Cause now I live by hope, you see, I'm waiting for the one
So when you think of yesterday, remember 3
When you decide on 2, remember me...