Amygdala's Ragdoll

I hide

I hide in iodine words

I'm something unaccountable

Or just something explicable

But it doesn't really matter now

All i've seen

All i've known

Are just clusters of holes

Today something changed

I figure it's true

My psychotic mind placed me behind my own strings

So I

Defy

The way the game works

Between you and me

It's only getting worse

Because i'm Oliver, a puppet

I don't know where the thoughts are coming from

Pull my strings and swallow ichor

Fire burns

And my limbs are torn apart

And I can't inhale anymore

So 1 2 3

And we'll tie the tourniquet

Larvae eating away at everything

Word goes round

I'm the trypo-puppeteer

And I can't exhale anymore