new favorite song

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, dunno 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 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 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 dunno Oh, all I've ever seen before Were clusters of holes 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 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 then 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 (Holes, holes, holes, holes) (Holes, holes, holes, holes) And I can't inhale anymore