[00:14.89]They began to scourge me at the pillars.
[00:18.95]Tools ripping away at my flesh.
[00:22.58]The figures have abruptly become killers,
[00:26.01]And my memory starts to refresh.
[00:29.14]The holy hands of the sky, the architects of life,
[00:35.71]Brought me back as I began to die.
[00:44.58]The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me.
[00:50.70]Through my wrist they place their pins.
[00:54.65]Their blackened eyes are filled with intent.
[00:57.96]How can I speak or resist?
[00:59.58]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.
[01:32.82]I am the witness of catastrophe.
[01:37.16]
[02:38.25]My structure is shattered, it lies in ruin.
[02:41.00]My body is gone, but I'm still alive.
[02:51.82]They are the artists.
[02:55.21]The sole creators.