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...