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  Sorrow will fade with my nature restored, my nature renewed    The shape He wants, that I can't see