Discussions Is For The Pigs lyrics
Song information
Artist: Folly
Album: Insanity Later
Lyrics
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..
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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