Song Lyrics Stuck In Head

Ideas forming out of thin air
These indulgences none can compare
So many flavors that one would abhor
Even though I've had enough
I still demand
Give me more
I need a whole personality
Something inordinately sweet
Order anything you'd like
Nothing's changing my mind
I don't care how unhealty it is
'Cus there isn't anything I'd rather be
Call me obsequious
I guess I'm a bit dramatic
Sometimes my appetite is eerily erratic
Give me your dire expectations
And I'll consume perfection
You are what you eat, after all
Everything combines into one
So many flavors that one would abhor
And I know I've had enough
I've gone too far
Now that I've become a full-course identity
Take a bite of me
I hope that I've become a favorable delicacy
That I'm worth something
I'll eat 'em all the thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet
Just to make them happy
Wondering why I'm a burden or so it seems
Aren't I everything?
Maybe if I try a little harder, it will be okay one day
Keep on eating more and more
Divide my life away into servings
And go beyond the point of no return
I know I'm subservient but all of this is necessary
Sometimes my appetite is violently contrary
Irreconcilable perceptions
Appeal to my obsessions the nausea is overwhelming
Whether I've been caramelized or rotten to the core
Which one should I be?
'Cuz I dunno who I'm supposed to be anymore
And it's sickening
I'll overeat the implications of your thoughts
Just to make you happy
Nonetheless, I feel my insides are tied to knots
Aren't I more than everything?
I'm a recipe for entropy
I'm too overwhelming
Give me your validation
I can taste your apprehension
These flavors of personality
Are hindering my likeability
My impulsive desire
My appetite has spoiled my urge to satisfy
Everyone will like me more without it
Everyone will like me more without it
Now that I've become the perfect identity
Take a bite of me
I hope that I've become a flavorless delicacy
That I'm good enough
And now that I've become the perfect identity
What else do you need?
'Cus I dunno who I'm supposed to be anymore
And I'm starving
I'll purge 'em all the thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet
Why aren't you happy?!
Nonetheless, I know my insides are empty
Aren't I more than everything?

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