All those perfect people
I wish I was like them,
I wish I could mold them into my hands
Make them topple down
Like a chain reaction of dominos
Such perfect clay people
Standing so proud and tall
Like minds, they all think together
All those clay people will come breaking down
Society of clay, just the artist's tool,
Striking fear into the hearts of men
Brainwashed laws make perfect laws
Mold them all the same
Overthrow the mold of society
Topple the clay soldier's
Watch the fall
Watch them be molded
Take away the mold,
Clay people come breaking down
Brainwashed laws make perfect laws
Who would ever know?
Clay people stand the same
And they fall the same
Together I will make all the clay people fall
I wish I could have them
I wish they would all just fall down
Face down never to see a name.