Dream Thrum کے بول

She dreamt the scene the night before She cast you in her mind She made your face from clay and straw Precious stones for your eyes We cut the cord that brought you here We left you on your own We filled your head with wild ideas Our beliefs led you on We leave a trail that's always changed You keep your hopes alive This surface may seem calm enough But underneath, underneath We made you feel the way you are is wrong We made you what you are You are afraid If you don't play the game, we'll make you change Oh, I've changed