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