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!!!