[ Featuring the Gang ]
I'm sharpening my knife and I've got six rounds of lead
And I'm tired of all these thoughts I'm thinking in my head
I'm hearing voices but they ain't mine
I'm smelling burning all the time
Trepanning
Drill into my skull
Take a rusty knife
Make my thoughts dull
Too many friends say I'm too far gone
And yet 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
Take a rusty knife
Make my thoughts dull"
