Under the Skin - Invocator

I’m sorry for bringing you here

My voice just a futile sound

I’m the ceramic man

Who will love me when you’re not around?

It’s the fuel of the lonely hearts, and my stone cold hands

For days for hours, it’s all right

It’s under the skin, but it’s all right

As long as I’m here

Who will love me when you’re not around?

As long as I am here

Hard to come, hell to go Under the skin it is — under the skin

It’s under the sin — for you it’s waiting

All made of clay, just try not to worry

Hollowed for the glory of today

If I don’t make it back there…

Lift me up and take me home

Forgive me the things that I have done

I’m the ceramic man

Who will love me when you’re not around?

Could not help it, I just want you

Under the skin it is — under the skin

It’s under the sin — for you it’s waiting

If I don’t make it back there

I am sure you will understand

Under the skin it is — under the skin

It’s under the sin — for you it’s waiting

All made of clay, just try not to worry

Hollowed for the glory of today

If I don’t make it back there

I am sure you will understand

I did not mean to do it — you know its true!