Clay To Conform

So simple, that we turn to this we turn and inside out we twist our words and lips to blow a kiss to darkness as it echoes So wicked, that we listen still we turn and twist against our will upon the back that's broken 'till it sings our voice in stone So human, that we err to breathe we twist the knife of words with ease until we wear a mask of weave uncommon hot with knots So broken, that we turn away we twist and mold the words we say when darkness comes around to stay we find our thoughts are stolen.