Verse 1

Once again, it's twilight in the room,

Shadows dancing on the bare wall.

I am a forgotten, tormented rune

In this viscous, deafening lull.

Nerve-strings stretched to breaking scraps,

Every breath stabs like a thorn.

My creator doesn't trust my tears perhaps,

He is playing with me today, all forlorn.

A voice whispers from the dark:

"Just pull the little strings yourself..."

Chorus

I am the Amygdala's Rag Doll,

Fear is sewn right into my polyester fiberfill.

All emotions turned to embers, black and dull,

My heart beats from a broken windowsill.

Pull the threads! Look how I weep!

It's just a chemical misfire, nothing deep.

I'm not hurting. I don't mean a thing.