GHOST AND PALS - Amygdala's Rag Doll [METAL COVER FT. NINEZERO]

Original - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7vRNY7Vsy4 I'm really proud of how this one turned out! Doing a cover of this song in particular with any vocal synth seems to be a rite of passage for vocaloid stuff, so I decided I'd take it a step further and remake the instrumental as well. Enjoy! LYRICS 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 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 anymore