Clayman کے بول

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 - 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 to much time with myself Trying to explan who I am How come it's possible I wish there was a way I feel so invinsible 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