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Amygdala's Ragdoll

Amygdala's Ragdoll | 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 trivial 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 From the mouth of a cauterized ragdoll Supplications to leave him alone from the mouth Of the cauterized Ragdoll Throw the nails away and leave him alone ♩ I don't know where the thoughts are coming from Pull my strings and swallow inchor Fire burns and the rags are torn apart I CAN'T INHALE ANYMORE 'Cuz all I've ever known are holes ♩ Today something changed I figured It's true The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings 'Cuz 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 custers of holes (Waiting for the world to burn) (Waiting for the holes to close now) (Waitng 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 The gult 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 tourniquet Pull my kind and swallow inchor Fire burns and 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 we'll tie the tourniquet Larva eating away at anything Word goes 'round I'm the Typo-Puppeteer Laugh along, I'm spreading holes ♩ Now I know This has always been my fault ♩ And I CAN'T INHALE ANYMORE; ✖ 💀 | made w/ Imgflip meme maker
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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 trivial 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 From the mouth of a cauterized ragdoll Supplications to leave him alone from the mouth Of the cauterized Ragdoll Throw the nails away and leave him alone ♩ I don't know where the thoughts are coming from Pull my strings and swallow inchor Fire burns and the rags are torn apart I CAN'T INHALE ANYMORE 'Cuz all I've ever known are holes ♩ Today something changed I figured It's true The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings 'Cuz 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 custers of holes (Waiting for the world to burn) (Waiting for the holes to close now) (Waitng 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 The gult 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 tourniquet Pull my kind and swallow inchor Fire burns and 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 we'll tie the tourniquet Larva eating away at anything Word goes 'round I'm the Typo-Puppeteer Laugh along, I'm spreading holes ♩ Now I know This has always been my fault ♩ And I CAN'T INHALE ANYMORE; ✖ 💀