Clay in My Hands - Children Within

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