@@imhyperimsocool people can use and interpret the song however they want? are you mental? chill the fuck out dude plus most animation memes using this audio are only a snippet and can have their own stories it really isn't that big of a deal yo
@@imhyperimsocool I understand you, but how about rotary dial meme? Where bLoOd I'm So DaNgErOuS;-; And I think people can use songs how they want, there is more examples with another meaning using for memes/Tik tokes And hey I'm so stupid or GHOST doesn't say about what is this song? It was theory of fan
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 'Cuz all I've ever known are holes Today something changed I figured it's true The frontal lobe placed me Behind my own strings 'Cuz 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
I know this came over a year ago, but is there a chance of getting the instrumental version slowed and reverbed? The gritty feel of the instruments is amazing and I'd love to hear them on their own
It's already a meme. Trypophobia memes are even more popular than the Upside Down memes, Fantasize memes and We don't talk anymore. The Trypophobia piggy meme has 18 million views
I memorized most of the lyrics (maybe all, I'm not sure) I hide I hide in iodine words It's something unexplicable it's something unaccountable I cry I cry when anything hurts vextatious my amygdala that I can't do a thing about the tricks and trivals of every twenty four maybe you could tone it down a little more and I and I don't know and all I've ever known before were clusters of holes an eye for an eye, that's how the game works I'm loosing autonomony a mutilated part of me 'cuz I defy the way the game works between you and me it's only getting worse from the mouth of a cauterized rag doll suplications to leave him alone from the mouth of a cauterized rag doll throw the nails away and leave him alone I don't know where the thoughts are coming from pull my skin and swallow the ichor fire burns when the rags are torn apart I can't inhale anymore 'cuz all I've ever known are holes Today something changed I figured it's true the frontal lobe placed me behind my own strings 'cuz I defy the way the game works I'll say it again, I'm only getting worse the dull asumptions that I've tasted decency waiting for the embers to loose their glow and I 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 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 1 2 3 and we'll tie the tourniquet pull my skin and swallow the ichor fire burn and the rags are torn apart I can't inhale anymore Day by day by day after day I'm causing trouble everyway pull the fire alarm I never meant any harm I 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 1 2 3 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
voici ce que ça donne en français pour ceux qui ne parle pas anglais comme moi :PAROLE Je me cache, je me cache dans des mots iodés C'est quelque chose d'inexplicable C'est quelque chose d'inexplicable Je pleure, je pleure quand quelque chose me fait mal Vexatoire, mon amygdale Que je ne peux rien faire Les trucs et astuces de Tous les vingt-quatre Tu pourrais peut-être baisser le ton Un peu plus Et je, et je ne sais pas Oh, tout ce que je savais avant Étaient des grappes de trous Oeil pour oeil C'est comme ça que le jeu fonctionne je perds mon autonomie Une partie mutilée de moi Et je défie la façon dont le jeu fonctionne Entre vous et moi Ça ne fait qu'empirer De la bouche D'une poupée de chiffon cautérisée Supplications pour le laisser tranquille De la bouche De la poupée de chiffon cautérisée Jeter les clous Et le laisser seul je ne sais pas D'où viennent les pensées Tire mes ficelles Et avale de l'ichor Le feu brûle Et les haillons sont déchirés je ne peux plus inhaler Parce que tout ce que j'ai jamais connu, ce sont des trous Aujourd'hui quelque chose a changé J'ai pensé que c'était vrai Le lobe frontal m'a placé Derrière mes propres cordes Parce que je défie la façon dont le jeu fonctionne je le redis Je ne fais qu'empirer Les hypothèses ennuyeuses Que j'ai goûté à la décence En attendant les braises Perdre leur éclat Et moi et je ne sais pas Oh, tout ce que j'ai jamais vu auparavant Étaient des grappes de trous En attendant que le monde brûle En attendant que les trous se referment maintenant En attendant que le monde brûle En attendant que les trous se referment maintenant je ne peux pas voir Les trous dans mes souvenirs Le feu et moi, à nouveau seuls La culpabilité et moi, à nouveau seul Dire que nous prenons ce qui a été déchiré Dire que nous réparons toute discorde patchwork Tourner les yeux vers le Trypo-Marionnettier je ne peux plus expirer Alors, un, deux, trois Et nous attacherons le garrot Tire ma peau et avale de l'ichor Le feu brûle Et les haillons sont déchirés je ne peux plus inhaler Jour après jour et jour après jour Je cause des problèmes de toute façon Tirez l'alarme incendie Je n'ai jamais voulu faire de mal Je n'ai jamais voulu faire de mal Eh bien, disons que mes membres sont déchirés Et toute la farce tombe Laissez le jouet se détendre Il n'aurait jamais dû être blessé Je n'ai jamais voulu faire de mal Dire que nous prenons ce qui a été déchiré Dire que nous réparons toute discorde patchwork Tourner les yeux vers le Trypo-Marionnettier En attendant que le monde brûle Alors, un, deux, trois Et nous attacherons le garrot Les larves rongent tout Le mot circule Je suis le Trypo-Marionnettier Rire, je répands des trous Maintenant je sais Cela a toujours été ma faute Et je ne peux plus inhaler
ya'll do know this song is about skin-picking, right? its not about some fucking dangonrompa character, its about a very real and very serious disorder. i dont have a problem with people likening it to characters they like, but ffs at least know what the songs about before going "omg guys!!!11!!! this song SOO nagito komeda!!1!!1!" or any other charachter.
@@music.notes7 yeah, i didnt know it was a disorder until i read the comments on the original video and i think that i also do the same thing but less intensively
