Bluest of Them All

My Frankenstein

Everyone seems to think Frankenstein was the monster; really he was just a man who got curious.

You bore yourself into my soul, with no control, i know
You didn’t know the joy it made inside my heart, no
Angel of the living dead, changing fate in my mortal head
But i love him, my Frankenstein

Digging me up from my grave
Experimenting on a slave
Make me do whatever you want me to

You’re the God of ignorance
The devil that keeps me silent
I pray to my Lord, my Prince, my Frankenstein