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
Don't know
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
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
Cause all I ever know are
Holes
(holes x15)
Today something changed
I figured it's true
The frontal lobe placed me
Behind my own strings
Cause 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
Don't know
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 (waiting for the world to burn)
The holes in my memories (waiting for the holes to close now)
The fire and I alone again (waiting for the world to burn)
The guilt and I alone again (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, 1, 2, 3 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 have 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, 1, 2, 3, and we'll
Tie the tourniquet
Larvae eating away at everything
World goes 'round
I'm the trypo-puppeteer
Laugh along
I'm spreading holes (holes holes holes holes holes holes holes holes)
Now I know this has always been my fault
(holes holes holes holes holes holes holes holes)
And I can't inhale anymore