LYRICS: Wash 'em off, the memories Tear them out and, and, and, and, and And on the count of three, you need to get out One, two, oh, you've sure convinced me I don't want the infection spreading Oh my god, you're crying again Say ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Say ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Say that again You know it doesn't matter I've been choking for a while Tell me all about my selfish fucked up memories Begging me to stay and watch as things get much, much more worse Are clusters of holes (Pull them out, pull them out) 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 (What seems like an eternity) On the count of three, you need to get out One, two, oh, you sure convinced me I don't want the infection spreading Oh my god, you're crying again I don't know where the thoughts are coming from (Pull them out and, and, and wash them off the memories) Pull my strings and swallow ichor Fire burns and the rags are torn apart (Say ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I can't inhale anymore (I don't want the infection spreading) Cause all I've ever known were holes Say ah, ah, ah, ah I'm about to shut down Under anesthesia I can't feel the pain anymore I'm pulling teeth for what seems like an eternity Today something changed I figured it's true The frontal lobe placed me (Pull them out...) Behind my own strings Cause I defy the way the game works (Pull them out...) I'll say it again, I'm only getting worse Your hands in my mouth 1, 2, 1, 2 They never came out Oh, your hands in my mouth 1, 2, 1, 2 They never came out Say we take what had been torn apart (I realize, before my eyes A situation irreversible) Say we mend any patchwork discord (And my demise is unavoidable There's gotta be something more) Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer (I don't want my infection spreading) I can't exhale anymore (Oh my god, you're crying again) Your hands in my mouth (So 1, 2, 3, and we'll tie the tourniquet) 1, 2, 1, 2 They never came out (Pull my strings and swallow ichor) Oh, your hands in my mouth (World goes 'round I'm the trypo-puppeteer) 1, 2, 1, 2 They never came out (Laugh along I'm spreading holes) 1, 2, 1, 2 They never came out (Now I know this has always been my fault) Oh, your hands in my mouth I don't want the infection spreading (And I can't inhale anymore) Oh my god, I'm crying again (this too me WAY too long-)
I have returned after a year This is actually my old account that posted this comment, as you can tell by the names. I got locked out of vigilabo about 4 months ago
Dentist: "well, it seems you have holes. In your jaw. Luckily for you there is a solution." Proceeds to rip jaw of "no more holes!" [Chattering lack of a jaw intencefies]
ESPAÑOL: Muy buen video...me encanto como los fusoinaste a estas dos canciones ENGLISH: very good video ... I loved how you fused them to these two songs
Pov: When the dolls been in you're life forever and witnessed everything so they burn your house down while your at the dentist with some psycho doctor pulling your teeth out for his collection 👍
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