I eke out a living in my cold room
shapeless I lick my wounds
I do not sleep, I do not wake
vacuum
until you come
for my sake
I am made of clay
there's a ghost in my cold heart
that even glows in the dark
tried to be the hunter in disguise
now I'm just the hunted
I value myself
through your eyes
I am made of clay
I am made of clay
I crave you everyday
you're my predator, I'm your prey
catch me before I'm washed away
I am made of clay
biting my own tail
abandoned to my fate
trying to hibernate
I am made of clay
still crave you everyday
gaining spell and sway
or beginning to decay