Frankstein

Stitched together in the cellar cold.
Bits of strangers and borrowed skin.
My teacher gave me a second life.
Then turned his back on the thing he made.
I learned to walk on another man's bones.
I learned to speak with a borrowed tongue.
And every mirror asked me who I am.
I never had an answer.
Frankenstein, Frankenstein. Look what your hands have done.
Frankenstein, Frankenstein. I am the monster you outrun.
You gave me breath and then you fled.
Frankenstein, Frankenstein. I am alive inside your dread.
Alive,
alive, alive in your dread. Alive, alive, alive in your dread.
A lightning carved a hollow in my chest.
I woke to rain on a surgeon's table.
He ran when
I reached out my hand.
So I learned to reach for something else.
I read his notes in the candle's glow.
Every page in the book my disgrace.
He built a man and called it a mistake.
So I became the thing he made.