Ocean of Clay / Shape Yourself

The weight of the world in the artist's hand, yet he sits there watching us walk by. Hands idle, he hangs us out to dry. We're sinking so deep that we may die. Sprinting on our ocean of Clay, the more we struggle the more we fall away. The believers all reach up towards the great nothing above, while the true seers embrace the world's love. We sculpt our environment to fit our needs, so why do we expect a greater artist to accomplish these things? Shape Yourself.