You can't change

Who you are

You can't change

Who you are

You can't begin to take back

What you have already done

You can't begin to take back

What you have already done

You can't change

Who you are

You can't change

Who you are

You can't begin to take back

What you have already done

You can't begin to take back

What you have already done

God of the living room

You're swollen in your seat

You can control these four walls

You can decorate them with filigree

You can change their colors

You can puncture them with nails, with hammers

You can puncture them with hammers

You can puncture them with fists, with bullets

You can puncture them with the back of your fucking head

You can knock them down entirely

Invite in the flies and the birds

And then you'll have some company

You can confess all of your sins

And maybe they'll grant you clemency

And maybe, just maybe, they'll grant you clemency

And maybe, just maybe, they'll grant you clemency

And maybe, just maybe, they'll grant you clemency

Or maybe you'll just make them fucking leave