How I Was Made

When I was made

The good Lord rubbed my face

To give it shape

He formed a callous

Thats how my face was made

Oh sweet

Change me

Teach me to think like they do

Teach me to think

Like you

When I was made

The good Lord filled my veins

Up with silt

From the river

That's how my blood runs cold

He says I'm sweet

Change me

Teach me to think like they do

Teach me to think

Like You

When I was made

The good Lord stretched

My skin across a frame

Like canvas

That's how my sense is numb

He says I'm sweet

Change me

Change my colour

Leave me grey

There are too many moths around

When I shine