[Verse 1]
They began to scourge me at the pillars
Tools ripping away at my flesh
The figures have abruptly become killers
And my memory starts to refresh

[Pre-Chorus]
Holy hands of the sky
The architects of life
Brought me back as I began to die

[Chorus]
The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent
How can I speak or resist?
My body's in paralysis
These surgeons are artists, my body is canvas
The needles make my skin peel
This cannot be
This isn't real

[Verse 2]
This is the pain of a million deaths
My anatomy is the theatre of war
I am the witness of catastrophe
Catastrophe
[Pre-Chorus]
The holy hands of the sky
The architects of life
Brought me back as I began to die

[Chorus]
The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent
How can I speak or resist?
My body's in paralysis
These surgeons are artists, my body is canvas
The needles make my skin peel
This cannot be
This isn't real

[Guitar solo]

[Bridge]
My structure is shattered, it lies in ruin
Lies in ruin
My body is gone
But I'm still alive
They are the artists
The sole creators
They are the artists
The sole creators
They are the artists
The sole creators
They are the artists
The sole creators
[Chorus]
(The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent)
The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent
How can I speak or resist?
My body's in paralysis
These surgeons are artists, my body is canvas
The needles make my skin peel
This cannot be
This isn't real