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 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 That’s how the game works In 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 dunno 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 ‘Cus all I ever know are holes
Today something changed I figured it’s true The frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings ‘Cus 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
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 the holes in my memories The fire and I, alone again The guilt and I, alone again (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)
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 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, and I can’t inhale anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
