A Man Made Out Of Clay

Through these blind eyes I now see,

Cover me in thorns,

Bleed me dry,

Sacrifice never knowing,

Sacrifice the truth,

Let everything unwind as my kingdom falls down around my feet,

A disposed king without subjects leading to live again,

Learning what truly defines who I am,

Not who I was,

Was that ever me?

Or was that the me you wanted me to be?

Was that ever me?

Or was that the me you made me be?