Trypophobia (Meme Song)

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
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 rag doll
Supplications to leave him alone

From the mouth
Of the cauterized rag doll
Throw the nails away
And leave him alone

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!

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

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 tourniǫuet
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 tourniǫuet
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 anymore