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 could 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

In 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

‘Cus all I ever know are holes

Today something changed

I figured it’s true

The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings

‘Cus 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 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

(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)

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

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