[Intro] [A distorted, looping machine rhythm starts. Abrasive synth note holds. A filtered, mechanical voice repeats:] Flesh... is weak... flesh... is weak... [Verse 1] Fled to your villa by the lake, pathetic monument To all the skin you tore apart for your sick sentiment You watch the opera, kill the lights, you think you washed it clean But every shadow in this room has seen what I have seen [Pre-Chorus] You look at me and you see nothing, a problem to erase A blank and unremembered, forgotten little face You are about to learn that nothing is a canvas for it all And I have painted your damnation right across this wall! [Chorus] [Explodes into a wall of sound] I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE! THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID! I AM THE SCALPEL AND THE VEIN! THE CONSEQUENCE! THE GOD OF PAIN! [Verse 2] You don't remember my name, I was an object, just a thing Another slab of meat to teach the alphabet of sin But I collected all the screams, I saved them in my head Now I'm the last sound that you'll hear, right before you're dead [Pre-Chorus] You preached a world without a soul, a world without a rule Where flesh is just an instrument, a canvas and a tool Well look at me, I am your truth, I am your final art And now I'm going to take my fucking masterpiece apart! [Chorus] [Even more raw and desperate] I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE! THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID! I AM THE SCALPEL AND THE VEIN! THE CONSEQUENCE! THE GOD OF PAIN! [Bridge] [Music shifts to a slower, grinding, heavier groove. Vocals are a guttural, spoken snarl.] I'll read you stories from your books, while I peel back your skin And show you all the rotten truth you tried to hide within I'll take the pieces that you stole from every girl and boy And nail them to your worthless flesh, for you to not enjoy I'll make you eat the filth you served, I'll make you drink the tears And you will watch it in the mirror for a thousand fucking years! [Instrumental Solo] [Blistering, chaotic synth and guitar solo that sounds like grinding metal and tortured screams over a relentless industrial beat.] [Outro Chorus] [Music is at maximum intensity, vocals are a shredded roar] I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE! THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID! I AM THE SCALPEL AND THE VEIN! THE CONSEQUENCE! THE GOD OF PAIN! [Music cuts out abruptly, leaving a high-pitched synth feedback ring] [A single, wet, tearing sound.] [Silence]
