Clayman

Your self control makes me feel alone

I've tried confidence had it for breakfast today

I've lost the perfection a mess without words

And) As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore

The image I project - me without me

The picture that I scanned is borrowed

After the education you stopped making sense to me

Seems to me that it's all the same time and time again

Slowly all that I believed in turning into a lie

To aim and miss my supernatural art

Spending too much time with myself

Trying to explain who I am

How come it's possible

I wish there was a way

Suddenly I feel so invincible

I'm the sculpture made out of clay

I need someone to break the silence

Before it all falls apart

I need something to cling onto

Before I break you in parts

So afraid of what you may think

And all the plastic people that surrounds me

I have to find the path to where it all begins

To teach the world my supernatural art