Creation

I wrote some lyrics inspired by Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein quite some time ago. Cleaned them up a little and here they are, just in time for the nights drawing in! I hope you find them enjoyable.

What is your confession?
Secret; an obsession,
Evil spawned from good intent,
Law of physics, denied and bent.

So I am a figment of your imagination,
So I am a rejected, dead creation,
So I will bring about your desperation,
Your fatherless son, cast out once more.

Is it evil, is it dead?
Which part of me was a head?
Which part of me was my heart?
Was my mother, a nun, a tart?

And so you philosophise,
Over a creature that you despise,
I should be dead within your eyes,
Not living on alone.

So I am a figment of your imagination,
So I am a rejected, dead creation,
So I will bring about your desperation,
Your fatherless son, cast out once more.

Twisted reflection of a Nephilim,
Perfection, disgraced, cast out by him.
Words of speech and words of text,
Things I remembered? Or wont forget?

And now it is you that follows me,
Into the Arctic, and over the sea,
Nothing left in heart nor head,
Only the destructive dance I led.

So I am a figment of your imagination,
So I am a rejected, dead creation,
So I will bring you desperation,
Your fatherless son, cast out once more.

Alight, they set you upon the pyres,
Prayers mumbled, fear inspired,
Divinity; the draught of your madness,
And as I passed it was with gladness.

So I am a figment of your imagination,
So I am a rejected, dead creation,
So I will bring about your desperation,
Your fatherless son, cast out once more.

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