I hide, I hide
In iodine words
Its something inexplicable
It's something unaccountable
I cry, I cry
When anything hurts
Vexatious, my amygdala
That I cant 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
Thats how the game works
Im 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 the 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 dont know
Where the thoughts are coming from
Pull my strings
And swallow ichor
Fire burns
And the rags are torn apart
I cant inhale anymore
Cause all I ever know are HOLES
Today something changed
I figured its true
The frontal lobe placed me
Behind my own strings
Cause I defy
The way the game works
Ill 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
Dont know
Cause 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 cant see
The holes in my memory
The fire and I, alone again
The guilt and I, alone again
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 tourniquette
Pull my skin
And swallow ichor
Fire burns
And the rags
Are torn apart
I cant 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 tourniquette
Larvae eating
Away at everything
World goes round
Im the trypo-puppeteer
Laugh along
I'm spreading holes
Now I know this has always been my fault
And I can't inhale anymore!
YOU ARE READING
--SONG LYRICS--
RandomIf we're only ever looking back We would drive ourselves insane As the friendship goes, resentment grows We would walk our different ways~
