How I Was Made Songtext / Lyric

When I was madeThe good Lord rubbed my faceTo give it shapeHe formed a callousThats how my face was madeOh sweetChange meTeach me to think like they doTeach me to thinkLike youWhen I was madeThe good Lord filled my veinsUp with siltFrom the riverThat's how my blood runs coldYou're sweetChange meTeach me to think like they doTeach me to thinkLike YouWhen I was madeThe good Lord strechedMy skin across a frameLike canvasThat's how my sense is numbHe says I'm sweetChange meChange my colourLeave me greyThere are too many moths aroundWhen I shine