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 twenty four Maybe you can tone it down A little more And I, and I dunno 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 For the mouth Of a cauterized rag doll Supplications to leave him alone For the mouth Of a 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 'Cuz all I've ever known are holes Today something changed I figured it's true The frontal lobe placed me Behind my own strings 'Cuz 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 To lose their glow And I, and I dunno 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 The holes in my memories The fire and I, alone again The guilt and I, alone again 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 inchor 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 suffering falls apart 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 Word goes 'round I'm the Trypo-Puppeteer Laugh along, I'm spreading holes Now I know This has always been my fault And I can't inhale anymore