Trepanning

Sharpening my knife, six rounds of lead

And I'm tired of thinking these thoughts in my head

I'm hearing voices, they ain't mine

And I'm smelling burning, burning all the time

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Take a rusty knife, make my thoughts dull

Too many friends say I'm too far gone

And I know deep down they can't all be wrong

Self-medication, up the dose

And I'm waking up with blood on my clothes

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Take a rusty knife, make my thoughts dull

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Trepanning, drill into my skull

Take a rusty knife, make my thoughts dull