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.

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!

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.