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Amygdala's Rag Doll
Ghost and Pals - Topic
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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
The tricks and trivials of every 24
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've ever known are holes
(Holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes)
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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)
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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
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
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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, so
One, two, three, 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
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