I've got righteous anger for Pharisaical babble For my childhood cliffhangers All of it, too much to tackle Suppressed somatic despair turned cozy cold war Exhausted with this dance, leaving piles of bones In need of assistance, I can't change on my own Father, I know it's baffling How I hope in my vices Despite miraculous saving I continue choosing crisis Exhausted with this dance, leaving piles of bones In need of assistance, I can't change on my own I can't change on my own (I can't change on my own) I can't change on my own (I can't change on my own) I can't change on my own (I can't change on my own) I can't change on my own (I can't change on my own)