Lyric 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 doctors plan
A man of wealth and a genius mind
A slave to passion and his morbid side
Robbing graves of the nearly 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!!!