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