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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

GodCreating 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(replace with newly?) dead

Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind

Chorus: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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