Whyyyyyyy can't i change?
change into a
Stuff they make up to forget what they mean when they talk to themselves
It helps them forget that there's bones underneath
and their soul is a gift

Whyyyyyyy can't i change?
change into a
A fresh air with healthy genes, terrible deal, just like a perfect machine
Into a rock, outside the flock, instead of a hog trying to be like a dog

Do they expect to profit from those years that they spend on their couches
Unbuckle the belt and not bother, it's them and everyone else
The future is here and past fading fast,
enjoying comes first and praying comes last
But there is no time, there is nothing left