Clemency

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