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William Hornby
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Hop on out of my bed like a hunk of clay
My sick mind likes to sculpt it throughout the day
Its mediums are mirrors, lighting, windows, and grey
Perspectives about self worth that ruin my day
Try not to place such value on these statues I create
My mind just won't stop playing with my body and my face
If I can't see me clearly fuck a mirror anyway
My body isn't morphing
It's just my mind likes to play
It likes to play
My hunk of clay
It's like my consciousness lays its tools out in an array
And chisels out a shape it never wants to display
Behaving as if it were Bernini's protege
Not pausing to consider how my tears ricochet
Try not to place such value on these statues I create
My mind just won't stop playing with my body and my face
If I can't see me clearly fuck a mirror anyway
My body isn't morphing
It's just my mind likes to play
It likes to play
My hunk of clay
Unconscious array
Fucking up my day
Please just go away
Leave me with my clay
Unconscious array
Fucking up my day
Let me be okay
Just me an my clay
It likes to play
Try not to place such value on these statues I create
My mind just won't stop playing with my body and my face
If I can't see me clearly fuck a mirror anyway
My body isn't morphing
It's just my mind likes to play
It likes to play
My hunk of clay
It likes to play
(My hunk of clay)
My hunk of clay
(Clay)
My hunk of clay
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