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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 explainin who I am
how come it’s possible
I wish there was a way
(suddenly) I feel so invinsible
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
how come it’s possible
I wish there was a way
(suddenly) I feel so invinsible
I’m the sculpture made out of clay
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