For those who don’t know, the amygdala is a part of the brain that makes anxiety , well go do it’s thing . It’s one of the main culprits for anxiety and the rag doll is you. Sometimes anxiety can take over you and many of the lyrics here reflect the effects of anxiety and how it feels like having it. Hope this helps.
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 24 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! (Holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, 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) The holes in my memories (waiting for the holes to close now) The fire and I, alone again (waiting for the world to burn) The guilt and I, alone again! (Waiting for the holes to close now) 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! World goes 'round, I'm the trypo-puppeteer! Laugh along, I'm spreading holes! (Holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes) Now I know this has always been my fault (holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes, holes) And I can't inhale anymore!
By the way, it is "Amygdala's Rag Doll" by GHOST and Pals for those who couldn't find the original. And fun fact: Amygdala is the part of the brain makes anxiety do it's thing. (I'm actually only here because I have minor trypophobia and the original video was giving me way too much anxiety-)
Really? I googled it and I just found it to be strange but nothing too disgusting. I even read a wiki about it and it never actually made my skin itch. Guess I’m lucky
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. 'Cus all I've ever known are HOLES! Today something changed; I figured it's true. The frontal lobe placed me- behind my own strings 'Cus 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 anymoreI
I'm so glad this is here. Usually for songs like these, the actual music video has flashing lights and/or disturbing images and I get uncomfortable watching those. Thank you for making this
I remember listening this a long time ago through a meme. Never knew the original song. But that way finding about the actual song brings a feeling of nostalgia. This is def going on my playlist :>
Trypopaphobia is disgust or fear of a pattern of holes. Seeing clusters of holes in foods, flowers and everyday items like sponges can trigger feelings of revulsion.
It's actually called Amygdala's Rag Doll, and It's by Ghost (Ghost and Pals actually), FT. Oliver, just for future reference [I know I'm a year late but still]
there is a piggy animation I like to compare it to some funny thing so last time it was me comparing that animation to another animation and then this time it’s a bread boys video
This is SICK. I know this isn't your song, but I'm just here to enjoy this. Have a good day, whoever enjoys this song as well as I do, or just have a good day either way! What's up with me making the dumbest compliments?
@@jellypongo That's nice to know, but I don't really think these are ''dumb'' anymore, I think complimenting is a way to show appreciation towards others, so there's nothing wrong with it. (i feel like i said too much lol)
2:55 song: *weird noises* say we take what been torn apart say we mend any patchwork discord turning eyes into trypo-puppeteer i cant exhale anymore so 123 and we'll tie the tornaquet pull my skin and swallow ichor fire burns- and the rags been torn apart i cant exhale anymore just like the meme i think
people with trypophobia like me visibly vibing 🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽🕺💃🏽💃🏽🕺💃🏽
fun fact: if you listen closely at 3:06, you can hear lyrics, i don't remember the full lyrics but what words i do know is "I CAN'T EXHALE ANYMORE" and "I CAN'T INHALE ANYMORE"
