Broken cycle daymare (words)

Seventy two hours with a drill bit through my skull
they want a bolt passed up through my brain
It creates a hole of a semi-solid genius-
grey matter'd spill out my holy treasured grail
Battered a head, squeezed all around
they look to sell it cheap around a London town
Three whole days-been tired- I feel stoned.
Now I need some flickin' sound sleep !

Eight O Clock is my brain surgery
Now they look to lick up my cerebrum
Every sound I hear is shaking up my nerves
Every thought I fought - a mistake
My eyes feel like in a shut Iron Maiden
They dont see why they wanna see again
(Are you 'born again'?)

Asleep: It wouldn't want to wake up
Now a corpse: it just wants to break up
The day, ten days since it's known
Tonight, I fight in my own "fright night"
Now you want to put your heads together
try figure what I try to say
wicked seeing all your skulls come together
bone crunching a thought a-comes my way
my ears feel tortured by my mortal pig's moan
and when my eyes feel bullets in their holes
It is time to behead myself ,
Just to be ahead for the future.