Idioma Origen:
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 is 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 and 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 explain who I am.
How come it's possible?
I wish there was a way...
I feel so invincible,
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 apart.
SOLO
So afraid of what you may think,
And all the plastic people that surround 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...
I feel so invincible,
I'm the sculpture made out of clay.
Idioma Destino:
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 is 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 and 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 explain who I am.
How come it's possible?
I wish there was a way...
I feel so invincible,
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 apart.
SOLO
So afraid of what you may think,
And all the plastic people that surround 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...
I feel so invincible,
I'm the sculpture made out of clay.