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A mastermind in the old watchtower |
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Prying eyes must never find. |
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Playing God in the final hour |
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Insanity, such a fine line |
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Overwhelmed by the mourning process |
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And the loss of his dearly loved |
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The Doctor's work is now obsession |
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What is life? |
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What's beyond? |
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He wants to know what it's like to be |
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GodCreating life with his own hands |
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To reanimate lifeless tissues |
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The Devil's work, the doctors plan |
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A man of wealth and a genius mind |
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A slave to passion and his morbid side |
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Robbing graves of the nearly(replace with newly?) dead |
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Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind |
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Chorus:I will create in my own image |
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If God can then why can't |
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I?No thought of the consequences |
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I've got to know the meaning of life |
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Lightning strikes, it's the witching hour |
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The monstrosity comes alive |
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A victim of man's vanity |
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Born in delirium, a deranged child |
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He turns his back on his own creation |
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Chaos ensues, the innocent die |
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Who's the monster? |
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Who's the victim? |
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Crucify! Crucify! |
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Chorus |
