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Clay

Creye

I'm trapped here
In this empty room
In silence
Asking why

Each moment
Left me scarred inside
They know me
More than I

But what is the point
If everything crumbles
To spend all this time
Just shaping our lives

When the storm finally ends
And what's left turn to pieces
We bend like we're made out of clay

When the days feel like years
And moments like lifetimes
We bend like we're made out of clay

Like we're made out of clay
Yeah we're made out of clay

Just watch me
As I come undone
A shadow of someone

I'm turning
Into empty space
Like someone
Out of place

But what is the point

When the storm finally ends

Like we're made out of clay
Yeah we're made out of clay

When the storm finally ends
When the storm finally ends

Like we're made out of clay
Yeah we're made out of clay
Like we're made out of clay
Yeah we're all made out of clay