text: I hide, I hide in iodine words
  Its something inexplicable
  Its 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 can 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
  Its only getting worse
  For the mouth
  Of a cauterized rag doll
  Supplications to leave him alone
  For the mouth
  Of a 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
  Cuz all Ive ever known are holes
  Today something changed
  I figured its true
  The frontal lobe placed me
  Behind my own strings
  Cuz I, defy, the way the game works
  Ill say it again
  Im only getting worse
  The dull assumptions
  That Ive tasted decency
  To lose their glow
  And I, and I dunno
  Oh, all Ive 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 memories
  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 cant exhale anymore
  So, one, two, three
  And well tie the tourniquet
  Pull my skin and swallow inchor
  Fire burns
  And the rags are torn apart
  I cant inhale anymore
  Day by day and day after day
  Im 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 suffering falls apart
  Let the toy wind down
  It shouldve 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 well tie the tourniquet
  Larvae eating away at everything
  Word goes round
  Im the Trypo-Puppeteer
  Laugh along, Im spreading holes
  Now I know
  This has always been my fault
  And I cant inhale anymore