Peter Trepan (The Picker)

Got to drill a hole in my head
Gotta let it out
What started as a tiny voice
Is now a symphony of madness
I've seen the signs and they all read
"There's no room for me anymore"
I've seen the sound and I watched it spread
It's gotten so loud that I don't have a choice

You play too rough
My head is all bruised
You must get out or my mind I will lose
Spinning drill is coming in
I look inside and all I see
Nobody's been shouting
It's just me



Credits
Writer(s): Allen Eaton
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