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

As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore

The image I project is living in 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 and 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

I feel so invincible

I'm the sculpture made 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

How come it's possible?

I wish there was a way

I feel so invisible

I'm the sculpture made of clay