Текст песни Drill - Fyrce Muons

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