Clay Lyrics

A man's hand, a hand that kills
Pushes b***ons and delivers ills
A man's heart, a heart that beats
Every time it gets a hold of weed
A man's eyes, eyes so blind
He cannot see, he doesn't mind
A man's lips, lips that lie
yea the lie is the last to die

Go on digging your own grave
You don't need help, you need release
Fade to dust, arise again
I will shape you from this clay
Image hands, hands to touch
They do no harm, they know no such
And a heart, not a mess
There is nothing to confess

Keen eyes, eyes like fire
They do not pierce but they admire
Soft lips like a kiss
My love will lead you to bliss