Frankenstein
A mastermind in the old watchtower
Prying eyes must never find.
Playing God in the final hour
Insanity, such a fine line
Overwhelmed by the mourning process
And the loss of his dearly loved
The Doctor's work is now obsession
What is life? What's beyond?
He wants to know what it's like to be God
Creating life with his own hands
To reanimate lifeless tissues
The Devil's work, the doctor's plan
A man of wealth and a genius mind
A slave to passion and his morbid side
Robbing graves of the newly dead
Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind
I will create in my own image
If God can then why can't I?
No thought of the consequences
I've got to know the meaning of life
Lightning strikes, it's the witching hour
The monstrosity comes alive
A victim of man's vanity
Born in delirium, a deranged child
He turns his back on his own creation
Chaos ensues, the innocent die
Who's the monster?
Who's the victim?
Crucify!!! Crucify!!!
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Sometimes pure joy it comes with patience
When I'm waiting on, waiting game
When I'm waiting on, waiting game
There must be reason for all this inaction
Does it mean that everything must change
Sometimes I'm looking for perfection
When I'm waiting on, waiting game
When I'm waiting on, waiting game
I am the observer who is observing
I am the brother of this snake
I am the serpent filled with venom
A god of love and a god of hate
There is a presence deep within you
Som