In Flames – 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 to much time with myself

trying to explanin 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