[Verse 1]

Trying to pretend I’m on it, far from it

Cheek on the toilet seat, knees in any pool of vomit

Supersonic flashback on stage, did I rock it?

Is my brain moulded from the same stuff as Wallace and Gromit?

Can I write a sonnet lovelier than a summer’s day?

Or will it always be grey with any pen any page?

Ever been any stage in life lacking mistakes?

Or is this just the way I’m arranged and I’ll never change

I’m facing a different way trying hard to be the same

As him, her and you who never show any pain

But maybe they’re just pushing it down, deep repression

Maybe it’s all gonna spill out in deeper sessions

See aggression as release, then again it’s a defeat if I

Can never seem to control this head of steam

I got demons in my dreams I could always seem to shake

Now it’s like they’re made flesh and I see ’em when I wake…

A thick smelling cloud of shit follows me round

Call me Pigpen, time’s overbearing like Big Ben

Lemme be your sick friend

We can slip into the night unnoticed, quite unfocused

Slide like ‘roaches, hide behind sofas

If you ain’t ready for the world you might know this

You might recognise the patterns of behaviour

Fraternising with the darker side of your nature

Walking through the graveyard

Where broken hopes are scattered in decline and over time are made hard

Stay scarred from mistakes of the past

But the big clock won't stop, still stays fast

Can you break the chain? Eh

Can you take what remains? Eh

Can you pick up the pieces of all the bits that you needed

And separate all the shit that you hate or even delete it? I’m

[Chorus]

Waiting on the moment to change

Waiting on the moment to change

Re-align me and rearrange

Just, waiting on the moment to change

Papillon

[Verse 2]

Goin’ mad in this this vacuum

Curled up in a cocoon but ain’t getting out anytime soon

Made my own purgatory, tryna work a story

Seeing all these words before me, turn ’em into verses surely

Sell the rights to my life, treat my pain like a product

2PM, bruv I’m not up

Curtains are closed on my eyes and my windows

“Where the hell you been bro?” Up to other things though

I ain’t been busy in a year

Matter fact I ain’t been anything but dizzy and unclear

My thoughts have turned sinister, nothing’s going linear

Advice in my ears sounds tinnier and tinnier

Spark another cigarette

Tryna ignore the lump in my throat and the oncoming choke

Watch the smoke rings as they rise and disintegrate

Metaphor for my life, I just seen it late…

You ever get bored of yourself?

Hermit crab who gets bored of a shell

Where do you go when you hate what you look like

Never have a good night sleep, feeling shook like

Something ominous is gonna push me in a corner sorta

Catch me up like karma, drama, “Listen mate I warned ya, but you never heed my words

See it hurts, and now you won’t know what is to be as free as birds

I’m the cage that enslaves you, keeps your neck in a noose

I’m the one who knows you better than you

Look to the horizon, see that fog?

That’s me, old man, you can call me the Black Dog

And when I’m back knocking on your door you should peep out

Scream at the top of your lungs, "Fucker keep out!"

Scream loud as you wanna but I feed offa sorrow

Little Bitch I’ma re-turn tomorrow while you’re

[Chorus]

Waiting on the moment to change

Waiting on the moment to change

Re-align me and rearrange

Just, waiting on the moment to change

Waiting on the moment to change

Waiting on the moment to change

Re-align me and rearrange

Just, waiting on the moment to change

Papillon