Dream Thrum
She dreamt the scene the night beforeShe cast you in her mindShe made your face from clay and strawPrecious stones for your eyes
We cut the cord that brought you hereWe left you on your ownWe filled your head with wild ideasOur beliefs led you on
We leave a trail that's always changedTo keep your hopes aliveThis surface may seem calm enoughBut underneath,Underneath
We made you feel the way you are is wrongWe made you what you areYou are afraidIf you don't play the game, we'll make you change
Oh, I'll change[×7]
I'll change..I'll change..