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