Out of clay

Heartbeats beating rapidly, the ocean on the shore
Bleeding thoughts of something special, something so much more
Simple dreams and melodies are scattered on the floor
Shutting out the memories by slamming solid doors

Bathing in the light of lost and broken yesterdays
Here I am, a seriously twisted game to play
How could you make us believe that everything's okay
Forming human beings out of masks and out of clay…