I used to want to take a
  drill to my head
  Let the pain out of the hole
  I used to want to cut the
  veins in my neck
  Cool the blood boiling my
  soul
  When I wondered, why my
  daily headaches thundered
  Tried to buffer, pushing
  down the pain I suffered
  Mutilated, feeling so
  humiliated
  Cannot wash the dirt off
  underneath my skin
    There was a part of me left
  far behind
  When at the age of five
  years old
  I had my innocence taken
  from me
  Emptiness would fill the
  hole
  Now a second grader,
  thinking why I don't feel
  better
  Why I'm filthy, why the hell
  I feel so guilty
  When drawing stick men
  of pornographic men and
  women
  Thinking all the time
  there's something wrong
  with me
    Everyday for three years
  from dawn 'til dusk a
  migraine
  would take me and break me
  And it'd cripple me so
  much that
  In dreams, it'd seem, with
  a hole in my temple
  that I could probably make
  my headaches finally go
  away
    Trephination
  trephination
  The enemy inside of me
  won't let me free
  wants me to bleed
    And after three years now
  my headaches wear off
  For reasons not quite to
  me known
  The acupuncture needles
  sticking my skin
  Pushed them down as far
  as they'd go
  But now I'm older and now
  inside my anger smolders
  from depression, to fighting
  Taking out my vengeance
  Consequences, now I'd
  question during sex if ...
  Is this how it fucking feels
  or am I faking it ?
    No longer the child that
  you left there at the bart
  tracks
  I'm now at 17, left in an
  empty blackness
  On drugs, with thugs, and
  thinking "Goddamn ?"
  I'm ending up in a failure,
  in the gutter passed out
    Trephination
  trephination
  This enemy inside of me
  won't let me free
  wants me to bleed
    Now I'm older and in this
  man an anger smolders
  Now I'm thinking a hole in
  you is what I'm seeing
  Your depression, is the
  dent I kick in you in
  vengeance
  Consequences are the pain
  I'd give to you
    I know that I'm dreaming,
  but in this dream I go in
  go through it, and end it
  And though I'd never do it
  I'm killing you, hand on
  the trigger - pull it
  Your final thought'll be a
  bullet in your fuckin' head
    Trephination
  trephination
  This enemy inside of me
  I'm now killing
  to make me free.