Discussions Is For The Pigs Lyrics - Singles - Folly

I have a block on my brain and a clock in my mouth and I'm tasting each second. 

For days I've swallowed the hours. 

Striking worth into the air with words like arrows that were stuck into my knees; 

To pin me to the chair, to force me to write, 

I've got a pencil and a thousand thoughts but my wrists won't move. 

Why are my thoughts the flies on a rot aloft each other in persuasive decay? 

Their decay is my demise. 

I control this square with just enough space to envelop an affliction. 

They are all dead to me. 

They are all DEAD. 

Oh no, it's a comfortable rape! 

Unlike any normal respite, this canon-style boredom is a crippling image. 

Ready to pop at any moment, red-faced children can't vomit. 

Insignificantly hopeful, they are pulling on these coiled limbs; 

they are taught and confined. 

In this environment I am my own destruction. 

Relying so heavily on every possible sketch... 

procrastination...lost cause...knowing nothing...