Why can't there be silent drills?

The sound is no distraction

It's not trying to hide,

in fact it's mass production

It's covered in pride

The noise of the drills,

drill inside my mind

And like that the loud drills were kept inside

because they think I have nothing to hide

This noise is my enemy

It's inside my mind, it's killing me

The thoughts are taking over

They're not keeping me so sober

The noise is drilling holes you see,

constantly and I can't let it be

Being inside my mind isn't so fun

It's like I'm trapped and the disease is handed the gun

And there's no way of getting out

because the noise is always about

drilling holes, dark and deep

so the diseases can always creep

and fill my mind

so they have have the dark and noise to hide behind

and the noise always drills them in

cause there aren't any silent drills.

So with that I say

be careful, it can come night and day

because there are no silent drills

and the diseased darkness always fills.