Help Me, I’m Spiralling (Black Box Sessions)

[Verse 1] It's another dim day Wasting away in this slow vicarious life I'm feeling photosensitive on this faux fence I sit on, watching it all pass by It's another dim day Wasting away without a clue of how to start I scream and I pull and I cull and I whisper I crave a pseudo sense of art [Chorus] Oh, I'm spiralling [Verse 2] It's another dim day Wasting away and watching minutes as they pass I feel the hands of time are turning like grains of sand in a glass It's another dim day Wasting away and losing patience as I speak I can feel the burning, my words, the churning I think it's all about to peak [Chorus] Oh, I'm spiralling Can't you help me? I'm spiralling Can't you help me? I'm spiralling Can't you help me? I'm spiralling [Instrumental Outro]