Amygdala's Rag Doll
[00:17.76] I hide, I hide, in iodine words
[00:20.51] It's something inexplicable
[00:22.25] It's something unaccountable
[00:23.73] I cry, I cry, when anything hurts
[00:26.73] Vexatious, my amygdala that I can't do a thing about
[00:28.22] The tricks and trivials of every twenty-four
[00:33.01] Maybe you could tone it down a little more
[00:36.47] And I, and I dunno
[00:38.76] Oh, all I ever knew before were clusters of holes
[00:47.75] An eye for an eye, that's how the game works
[00:51.01] I'm losing my autonomy
[00:52.25] A mutilated part of me
[00:53.76] And I defy the way the game works
[00:57.01] Between you and me, it's only getting worse
[01:00.52] From the mouth of a cauterized rag doll
[01:04.76] Supplications to leave him alone
[01:09.51] From the mouth of the cauterized rag doll
[01:13.96] Throw the nails away and leave him alone
[01:19.76] I don't know where the thoughts are coming from
[01:22.76] Pull my strings and swallow ichor
[01:25.76] Fire burns and the rags are torn apart
[01:28.75] I can't inhale anymore
[01:31.51] 'Cause all I've ever known are holes
[01:33.75] (Holes x16)
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[00:00.00] Today something changed, I figured it's true
[00:00.00] The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings
[00:00.00] 'Cause I, defy, the way the game works
[00:00.00] I'll say it again, I'm only getting worse
[00:00.00] The dull assumptions that I've tasted decency
[00:00.00] Waiting for the embers to lose their glow
[00:00.00] And I, and I dunno
[00:00.00] Oh, all I've ever seen before were clusters of holes
[00:00.00] (Waiting for the world to burn)
[00:00.00] (Waiting for the holes to close now)
[00:00.00] (Waiting for the world to burn)
[00:00.00] (Waiting for the holes to close now)
[00:00.00] I can't see the holes in my memories
[00:00.00] The fire and I, alone again
[00:00.00] The guilt and I, alone again
[00:00.00] Say we take what had been torn apart
[00:00.00] Say we mend any patchwork discord
[00:00.00] Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer
[00:00.00] I can't exhale anymore
[00:00.00] So, one, two, three, and we'll tie the tourniquet
[00:00.00] Pull my skin and swallow ichor
[00:00.00] Fire burns, and the rags are torn apart
[00:00.00] I can't inhale anymore
[00:00.00] Day by day and day after day, I'm causing trouble anyway
[00:00.00] Pull the fire alarm, I never meant any harm
[00:00.00] Never meant any harm
[00:00.00] Well, say my limbs are torn apart, and all the stuffing falls out
[00:00.00] Let the toy wind down
[00:00.00] It should've never been wound
[00:00.00] I never meant any harm
[00:00.00] Say we take what had been torn apart
[00:00.00] Say we mend any patchwork discord
[00:00.00] Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer
[00:00.00] Waiting for the world to burn
[00:00.00] So, one, two, three, and we'll tie the tourniquet
[00:00.00] Larvae eating away at everything
[00:00.00] Word goes 'round I'm the trypo-puppeteer
[00:00.00] Laugh along, I'm spreading holes
[00:00.00] (Holes x8)
[00:00.00] Now I know, this has always been my fault
[00:00.00] (Holes x8)
[00:00.00] And I can't inhale anymore
