Souffle

Yeah yeah... Yeah I’ve seen you change…
Yeah. Yeah I’ve seen you change…

[Verse 1]
Yeah. Yeah I’ve seen you change. Flicking off beetles
That eat through brains like sweet soufflés
Yeah I’ve seen you change. Took a trolley full of tablets
And every wooden actress to keep you sane
His face flashed purple with beetroot rage
Every pore in his speckled skin leaks loose change
I was scream proof. They sat in a selection of cheap suits
A pack of wild children that got the whole street spooked
I arrived by bus with a bag in hand
I saw my state of mind mirrored in the traffic jams
Saw them chewing through the air with their jagged fangs
Wolf skin jacket zipped tightly round rabid lambs
Damn. This bitch went mental
Drew me as her savour with a crooked lead pencil
She went back to printing out blank white business cards
Accompanied devoid of any credible credentials

[Hook]
I have never seen a man sit as still as you
That’s a weird breed of silence to listen to... yeah
Some freaks, never twitch, never flinch
An obese woman holding up the dinner queue
Glue your hand to the horn, and your foot to the break
Wait. They were too shook to escape, now wait
His past hopped out the driving seat and
Stuck him with an iron right hook to the face

[Verse 2]
Slipping life’s underground. Back seat, London bound
Eyes like two tiny mushroom clouds
And when your feet rarely touch the ground
What’s a sleepless night, or a couple hundred pounds?
I mean… I’d rather hover the nurse's snapped ankle
Plus… I’ve got to boot this bird's a damn handful
I left town semi submerged in mad scandal
A dynamite fuse in a burning wax candle
Proud pickled human in a can
With these capsules and chemical infusions in my hand
Bare people speed across town in stolen tucks to view
The sheer lack of movement in the man
Damn. It would seem your still as stagnant and not the same
…Shit that’s a lot of rain
It’s been a while I heard you’ve gone insane
I was busy arguing with what’s her name

[Hook]
I have never seen a man sit as still as you
That’s a weird breed of silence to listen to... yeah
Some freaks, never twitch, never flinch
An obese woman holding up the dinner queue
Glue your hand to the horn, and your foot to the break
Wait. Ever to shook to escape, now wait
His past hopped out the driving seat and
Stuck him with an iron right hook to the face

…Yeah I’ve seen you change…