Clay in My Hands

Your’re the clay in my hands
Turning to gold when we dance
The influence I have will shape you to my needs
I’m the puppet master in your brain
Pulling the strings that keep you sane
With a silent whisper I’m in control
Now put your feet on the ground you’ve got to know your role
You think you’re in charge but I got the lead
Despite what you might think it’s on you I feed
You’re unaware of my invisible cage
Until you break free blind is what you will be
Your’re the clay in my hands
Turning to gold when we dance
The influence I have will shape you to my needs
You think you’re in charge but I got the lead
Despite what you might think it’s on you I feed
Your’re the clay in my hands
Turning to gold when we dance
The influence I have will shape you to my needs