Help Me, I'M Spiralling: Black Box Sessions

It's another dim day, wasting away in this
Slow vicarious life, feeling photosensitive on this faux fence I sit on just watching it all pass by

It's another dim 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 

Oh, I'm spiralling 

It's another dim day, wasting away 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  

Oh, I'm spiralling 
Can't you help me I'm spiralling 

I'm pushing, I'm pulling 
I don't know where I'm going
Can't you hear the voices inside