Xylophobia

The wood warrior worries That table leg, a mitred threat The bookshelf with anxious grain The panelling, a rare rampage A fence post turned to fear A pencil of hex-shaped malnutrition It's Dörr's law, the 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 And 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 What's your phobia? 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 moth It's Dörr's law, mocked by them all It comes back But worse than before Xylophobia But keyboards with gun stone ivories The wood rose wild, a royal hunt A box pounding hard It's on trembling leaves A sensation of butterflies on the neck The moth coming up through 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 compass Shut your eyes and be present Talking treatments I'll connect to the bark The chameleon algae in the sea And the sky in the dark Yeah, shut your eyes What's your phobia? What's your phobia? What's your phobia? Xylophobia Xylophobia Xylophobia Mocked by them all Mocked by them all