Ghost and Pals - Amygdala's Rag Doll [2025 HXVOC COVER + METAL REMAKE]

(ART BY RICEDIETY)

Revisiting an older remix of mine that got some traction, but this time with updated production knowledge and a voicebank that can really GET IN THERE, as it were. Pretty stoked with the way this one turned out, too.

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