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!!!