Xylophobia - Snapped Ankles

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