[Verse 1]
Skin splits
White flash
Teeth grit
Nerves crash
Every fracture
Filed in my brain
Cold archive
Of disciplined pain
Turn the torment
Into teeth and gears
I grind my fears
Till the steel appears (ugh)
[Chorus]
I am the tool of the wound
Sharpened by every cut
Carved by the breaking
Forged in the rut
Twist that blade inside my side
I will not die
I’ll shape the scar
I am the tool of the wound
And I’ll turn it into war
[Verse 2]
Ribs creak
Blood hums
Jaw clenched
Fist numb
Every tremor
Trains my hand
I learn the language
Of how much I can stand
Pressure rising
I don’t look away
I bend my agony
Into something that obeys (yeah)
[Chorus]
I am the tool of the wound
Sharpened by every cut
Carved by the breaking
Forged in the rut
Twist that blade inside my side
I will not die
I’ll shape the scar
I am the tool of the wound
And I’ll turn it into war
[Bridge]
[guttural lows over stuttering half-time break]
Crack bone
Crack faith
Crack fear
Make space
Hammer in the hurt
Till the handle fits my hand
I swing with every failure
I split this hollow land
[Solo 1]
[chaotic dissonant shred over blasting
Rapid key and tempo shifts]
[Verse 3]
High scream riding
On the throat of hell
Low growl crawling
From a broken shell
Pain on a leash now
Collar made of rust
I drag it through the darkness
I grind it into trust (hey)
[Chorus]
I am the tool of the wound
Sharpened by every cut
Carved by the breaking
Forged in the rut
Twist that blade inside my side
I will not die
I’ll shape the scar
I am the tool of the wound
And I’ll turn it into war
[Solo 2]
[melodic yet dissonant tremolo lead soaring over a crushing slam breakdown
Drums drop to half-time before final blast]
[Outro]
[heavy low vocals]
[build slow, drop heavy]
Scars spell out
What the flesh once feared
I lift my hurt
Like a rusted spear
I am the tool
I am the bruise
Pain is the forge
I choose
I choose (ugh)
