Drill Lyrics

There’s a drill

Inside my head

There’s a drill

Inside my head

It’s boring a hole in my head

There’s a drill

Inside my head

There’s a drill

Inside my head

It’s boring a hole in my head

Sometimes I wonder if I’m really going mad or if I’m not going mad

Don Quixote said that too much sanity may be madness

To see life as it is and not as it should be

Anger is a brief madness

And briefly I’d like to just talk to you about that

Cause I feel a fever coming up inside my brain

And I feel something coming up inside there that tells me that something isn’t right

My God what have I done

There’s a space

Inside my brain

There’s an empty well

That holds my face

Pal of mine

To force my hand

In a crime

A frozen land

It’s killing my anvil in time

If everyone acted on what it was they felt like doing would we all be called mad?

Would we all just have chaos?

Would people just come up to you and blow your fucking brains in?

Is that what they would do? Is that what they would do?

I think that’s exactly what they would do

Wouldn’t you just love to do that, wouldn’t you just love so dangerous, so scary

For just once in your life, wouldn’t you like to be scary?

Wouldn’t you like to be the one to frighten other people?

Wouldn’t you like to be the one to beat up on other people?

Wouldn’t you like to be the one that’s the aggressor?

Wouldn’t you like to take that to the death bed?

Wouldn’t you like it?

There’s a space

Inside my brain

There’s an empty well

That holds my face

Pal of mine

To force my hand

In a crime

A frozen land

It’s killing my anvil in time