[00:14.88]They began to scourge me at the pillars
[00:18.94]Tools ripping away at my flesh
[00:22.57]The figures have abruptly become killers
[00:26.01]And my memory starts to refresh
[00:29.13]The holy hands of the sky the architects of life
[00:35.70]Brought me back as I began to die
[00:44.57]The wrath of the gods unleashed upon me
[00:50.69]Through my wrist they place their pins
[00:54.64]Their blackened eyes are filled with intent
[00:57.95]How can I speak or resist
[00:59.57]My body's in paralysis
[01:01.76]These surgeons are artists my body is canvas
[01:05.89]The needles make my skin peel
[01:08.83]This cannot be This isn't real
[01:12.33]
[01:26.19]This is the pain of a million deaths
[01:28.94]My anatomy is the the theatre of war
[01:32.81]I am the witness of catastrophe
[01:37.16]
[02:38.24]My structure is shattered it lies in ruin
[02:40.99]My body is gone but I'm still alive
[02:51.82]They are the artists
[02:55.20]The sole creators