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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, 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