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
Thats how my blood runs cold
Youre sweet
Change me
Teach me to think like they do
Teach me to think
Like You
When I was made
The good Lord streched
My skin across a frame
Like canvas
Thats how my sense is numb
He says Im sweet
Change me
Change my colour
Leave me grey
There are too many moths around
When I shine