Amygdala's Rag Doll

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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

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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

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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

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From the mouth of a cauterized rag doll

Supplications to leave him alone

From the mouth of a cauterized rag doll

Throw the nails away and leave him alone

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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

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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

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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

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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

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I can’t see the holes in my memories

The fire and I, alone again

The guilt and I, alone again

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Now I know this has always been my fault

and I can’t inhale anymore