(to God)

Deep in the river
flowing as fire in my chest
so much that you can see
though this shell of a man that i detest

make of me something
that you can use
if only to hint of passing time
erase my ego
with a glimps of your image so devine

and mold my body in your hands
for i am only clay
not harded yet
i have no offering in me
but the emptiness in me
do what you want with me
do what you want

come to me like sleep
and walk me across the great devine
between what the whole world sees
and what i really feel inside

make of me something you can use
if only the shoes to hold you feet
breathe life into me
make whole what is now so imcomplete

and they're gonna get us baby

for i am only paint
wet to the touch
i have no offering to bring
but the song you hear me singing
do what you want with me
do what you want

im only half a man
and i dont deserve your hands
making me whole

mold my body in your hands
for i am only clay
not quite harded yet
i have no offering to bring
but the song you hear me singning

do what you want with me
do what you want