Lyrics Xylophobia - Snapped Ankles

Xylophobia

The wood worrier worries
That table leg, a mitred threat
The bookshelf with anxious grain
The paneling, rare rampage
A fence post turned to fear
A pencil, all hex shape malnutrition
It’s Thermidor’s law, they promise it grows back
But worse than before
What’s your phobia, what’s your phobia?
What’s your phobia?
Xylophobia
What’s your phobia, what’s your phobia?
What’s your phobia?
Xylophobia
Their nemophilic gaze at the contrived wilderness scenery
Self help in the forest of problems
Talking treatments, they’ll connect to the bark
Shut your eyes and be present
Well what’s your phobia?
What’s your phobia?
Xylophobia
What’s your phobia?
What’s your phobia?
Yeah, put out the recycling with my nemophilic gaze
I see the scenery, the mob
It’s Thermidor’s law, mocked by them all
It comes back, but worse than before
Xylophobia
But keyboards with gun sawn ivories
The WoodWose, wild for royal hunts
Mock the ponding heart and some trembling leaves
A sensation of butterflies on the neck
The mob heading up to the timber scaffolding
With an understory up to their knees
Recycled revolution, imagine!
Close your eyes and be present
What’s your phobia?
Xylophobia
What’s your phobia?
Xylophobia
Yeah, put out the recycling in the contrived wilderness
Of self help in the forest of problems
We witness a song to cope, a song to coppice
Shut your eyes and be present
Talking treatments, I’ll connect to the bark
With the green algae in the sea and the sky in the dark
Yeah, shut your eyes!
Well what’s your phobia?
What’s your phobia?
What’s your phobia?
Xylophobia
Xylophobia
Xylophobia
Mocked by them all
Mocked by them all