Oliver Amygdalas - Rag Doll (Trypophobia meme)
[00:21.96] I hide, I hide, in iodine words
[00:24.71] It's something inexplicable
[00:26.45] It's something unaccountable
[00:27.93] I cry, I cry, when anything hurts
[00:30.93] Vexatious, my amygdala that I can't do a thing about
[00:32.42] The tricks and trivials of every twenty-four
[00:37.21] Maybe you could tone it down a little more
[00:40.67] And I, and I dunno
[00:42.96] Oh, all I ever knew before were clusters of holes
[00:51.95] An eye for an eye, that's how the game works
[00:55.21] I'm losing my autonomy
[00:56.45] A mutilated part of me
[00:57.96] And I defy the way the game works
[01:01.21] Between you and me, it's only getting worse
[01:04.72] From the mouth of a cauterized rag doll
[01:08.96] Supplications to leave him alone
[01:13.71] From the mouth of the cauterized rag doll
[01:18.16] Throw the nails away and leave him alone
[01:23.96] I don't know where the thoughts are coming from
[01:26.96] Pull my strings and swallow ichor
[01:29.96] Fire burns and the rags are torn apart
[01:32.95] I can't inhale anymore
[01:35.71] 'Cause all I've ever known are holes
[01:37.95] (Holes x16)
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[02:05.47] Today something changed, I figured it's true
[02:08.24] The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings
[02:11.49] 'Cause I, defy, the way the game works
[02:14.24] I'll say it again, I'm only getting worse
[02:17.51] The dull assumptions that I've tasted decency
[02:20.51] Waiting for the embers to lose their glow
[02:23.77] And I, and I dunno
[02:26.53] Oh, all I've ever seen before were clusters of holes
[02:30.05] (Waiting for the world to burn)
[02:31.80] (Waiting for the holes to close now)
[02:35.83] (Waiting for the world to burn)
[02:38.35] (Waiting for the holes to close now)
[02:41.61] I can't see the holes in my memories
[02:46.65] The fire and I, alone again
[02:49.41] The guilt and I, alone again
[03:05.72] Say we take what had been torn apart
[03:08.73] Say we mend any patchwork discord
[03:11.74] Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer
[03:14.77] I can't exhale anymore
[03:17.77] So, one, two, three, and we'll tie the tourniquet
[03:20.78] Pull my skin and swallow ichor
[03:23.79] Fire burns, and the rags are torn apart
[03:26.80] I can't inhale anymore
[03:33.58] Day by day and day after day, I'm causing trouble anyway
[03:36.09] Pull the fire alarm, I never meant any harm
[03:40.87] Never meant any harm
[03:44.37] Well, say my limbs are torn apart, and all the stuffing falls out
[03:47.88] Let the toy wind down
[03:49.89] It should've never been wound
[03:52.65] I never meant any harm
[03:58.93] Say we take what had been torn apart
[04:01.45] Say we mend any patchwork discord
[04:04.71] Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer
[04:07.47] Waiting for the world to burn
[04:10.72] So, one, two, three, and we'll tie the tourniquet
[04:13.73] Larvae eating away at everything
[04:16.51] Word goes 'round I'm the trypo-puppeteer
[04:19.52] Laugh along, I'm spreading holes
[04:22.78] (Holes x8)
[04:26.06] Now I know, this has always been my fault
[04:28.84] (Holes x8)
[04:31.85] And I can't inhale anymore
