Xylophobia Songtext
von Snapped Ankles

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