His eye has caught me now I can't escape his gaze
The Artist holds me up under the light, appraising me
In shame, I cast my eyes to the ground

He'll take hold of me, and flesh it out, with vengeance, with a purpose,
Blade in hand
Carve me up, strip away, tear mine down, my shape is yet to come

When will I rouse, from the perfect rest he give?
How will the world see me then, as his own, his masterpiece


His eye has caught me now I can't escape his gaze
The Artist holds me up under the light, appraising me
In shame, I cast my eyes to the ground

My twisted shape and burdened thoughts will be severed