A knife for cutting, trust it's sharp. A drill to bore holes to let light into the dark. Next's saw for hard, ridged places then the hot iron to be placed onto faces.
A needle lies there, with invisible tip you soar through the heavens on an injected trip. A scoop for the the eyes and pumps for the blood to wither your form into a cold leather glove.
Anticipate to cleanse the mess that drips from rubber hands the trade that save lives just as deadly as those that take the flesh