(Verse 1)
We forfeit the answer
And think that we’re better off alone
Our ego’s a cancer
Distort the goal to fit our own
(Chorus)
In all of our waiting for a call
When we’d rather do nothing at all
Despite the creating from the clay
We twist and bend from the Hands as we pull away
(Verse 2)
Emotional treason
We can’t tell ourselves we’re shameless
In search for the reason
Continue to wonder aimless
(Chorus)
In all of our waiting for a call
When we’d rather do nothing at all
Despite the creating from the clay
We twist and bend from the Hands as we pull away
(Bridge/Chorus)
I won’t pull away
Form this lump of clay
In all of our waiting for a call
When we’d rather do nothing at all
Despite the creating from the clay
We twist and bend from the Hands as we get pull away
This vessel is cracked and emptied out
Misused from years of pride and doubt
It’s time to be broken start again
Stop fighting against the Potter’s hands
I won’t pull away
Form this lump of clay
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