Clayman
Your self control makes me feel aloneI've tried confidence, had it for breakfast todayI've lost the perfection, a mess without wordsAs the seasons change I'll continue to ignoreThe image I project is me without meThe picture that I scanned is borrowed
After the education you stopped making sense to meSeems to me that it's all the same, time and time and time and time againSlowly, What I believed in, turning into a lieTo aim and miss, my supernatural artSpending too much time with myselfTrying to explain who I am
How come it's possibleI wish there was a wayI feel so invincibleI'm the sculpture made out of clay
I need someone to break the silencebefore it all falls apartI need something to cling ontobefore I break you in parts
So afraid of what you may thinkAnd all the plastic people that surrounds meI have to find the path to where it all beginsTo teach the world my supernatural art
How come it's possibleI wish there was a wayI feel so invincibleI'm the sculpture made out of clay