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