(to God)    Deep in the river  Flowing as fire in my chest  So much that you can see  Though this shell of a man that i detest    Make of me something  That you can use  If only two hands for passing time  Erase my ego  With a glimpse of your image so divine    And mold my body in your hands  For i am only clay  Not hardened yet  I have no offering for thee  But the emptiness in me  Do what you want with me  Do what you want    Come to me like sleep  And walk me across the great devine  Between what the whole world sees  And what i really feel inside    Make of me something you can use  If only the shoes to hold you feet  Breathe life into me  Make whole what is now so imcomplete    And you can pick any canvas lady    For i am only paint   Wet to the touch  I have no offering for thee  But the song you hear me singing  Do what you want with me  Do what you want    Im only half a man  And i don't deserve your hands   Making me whole    Mold my body in your hands  For i am only clay  Not hardened yet  I have no offering for thee  But the song you hear me singning    Do what you want with me  Do what you want