Amygdala's Rag Doll

I hide, I hide in iodine words

It's something inexplicable, it's something unaccountable

I cry, I cry when anything hurts

Vexatious, my amygdala, that I can't do a thing about

The tricks and trivials of every 24

Maybe you could tone it down

A little more

And I, and I don't know

Oh, all I ever knew before

Were clusters of holes

An eye for an eye

That's how the game works

I'm losing my autonomy, a mutilated part of me

And I defy the way the game works

Between you and me, it's only getting worse

From the mouth of a cauterized rag doll

Supplications to leave him alone

From the mouth of the cauterized rag doll

Throw the nails away and leave him alone

I don't know where the thoughts are coming from

Pull my strings and swallow ichor

Fire burns and the rags are torn apart

I can't inhale anymore

'Cause all I've ever known are holes

(Holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes)

Today something changed

I figured it's true

The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings

'Cause I defy the way the game works

I'll say it again, I'm only getting worse

The dull assumptions that I've tasted decency

Waiting for the embers

To lose their glow

And I, and I don't know

Oh, all I've ever seen before

Were clusters of holes (waiting for the world to burn)

(Waiting for the holes to close now)

(Waiting for the world to burn)

(Waiting for the holes to close now) I can't see (waiting for the world to burn)

The holes in my memories (waiting for the holes to close now)

The fire and I, alone again (waiting for the world to burn)

The guilt and I, alone again (waiting for the holes to close now)

Say we take what had been torn apart

Say we mend any patchwork discord

Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer

I can't exhale anymore, so

One, two, three, and we'll tie the tourniquet

Pull my skin and swallow ichor

Fire burns and the rags are torn apart

I can't inhale anymore

Day by day, and day, after day, I'm causing trouble anyway

Pull the fire alarm

I never meant any harm

Never meant any harm

Well, say my limbs are torn apart and all the stuffing falls out

Let the toy wind down, it should've never been wound

I never meant any harm

Say we take what had been torn apart

Say we mend any patchwork discord

Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer

Waiting for the world to burn, so

One, two, three, and we'll tie the tourniquet

Larvae eating away at everything

World goes 'round, I'm the trypo-puppeteer

Laugh along, I'm spreading holes (holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes)

Now I know this has always been my fault (holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes)

And I can't inhale anymore