Hold the tool to my head
Drill into the flesh
Bone dust and blood clump into my hair
Careful precision to drill into the skull
Relieve my mind of these toxins
Release the pressure in my brain
Dura mater has been exposed
Cerebrospinal fluid leaks
Self-trepanation for evolution
To be transhuman follows my succession
Self-mutilation to peak in progression
My miscalculation leads to deep regression
Judgement falls short
The auger scrapes delicatе matter
I must compensate for thеse mistakes
The grinding of bone reverberates
Push against my skull
Another error has been made
Relocate the tool
I drill again
My head is gushing blood
I ignore the pain
Self-trepanation for detoxification
To be transhuman’s my only obsession
Self-mutilation to reach this perfection
My miscalculation leads to deep regression
The drill whirrs
Perforate my skull
Triturate
Consciousness fades
Coming to I must continue
Losing reason memories failing
Cognizance weakening id is fading
Must hold on my mind is ailing
Head is pounding
Pressure is swelling
Pain inflamed
My nerves are screaming
Another bore in my head
Unsatisfied I persist
Blinded by blood covering my face
Seven holes have been made
Suffer for perfection
Final mistake has sealed my fate
I am conscious and immobile
Damned to this hell with no escape
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Ebullition Lyrics – Trephine