Tryphobia, fear of holes

Say we take what have torn apart, say we mend any patchwork discord, turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer, i cant exhale anymore, so, 1,2,3 and we’ll tie the tourniquet, pull my skin and swallow ichor, fire burns and the rags are torn apart, i cant inhale anymore. Day by day and day after day, im 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 ( half of tryphobia the song im not going to do the rest. )

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