Thomas Anders Style 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.
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.
Make me, blame
me, frame
me,
then leave me in the snow.
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.
I found a boy beside the riverbank.
Small and shivering and unafraid.
He took my hand like hands were meant for that.
And I remembered what my maker never knew.
I taught him words where the rain had taught me.
Soft and slow and never twice the same.
Even the villagers came with their torches.
Stood in front of me and looked in vain.
Frankenstein, Frankenstein. Look what your hands have done.
Frankenstein, Frankenstein. I am the monster you outrun.
You gave me breath and then you fled.
Fran- Frankenstein, Frankenstein.
I am alive inside your dread.
Alive, alive, alive in your dread
They dragged him down
into the freezing water.
I watched a small hand
slip beneath the black.
And something
in my chest
that once was quiet
began to howl
and would not
be called back