Frankenstein's Monster

Take the dead; use their parts to make a wretch, this morbid art— Frankenstein, Frankenstein! You are to blame for the deadness in your heart. Great scientists applaud you, what— because you play a god! Frankenstein, Frankenstein! Broad paths are better left untrod. Look in the mirror; See the true beast! You are the nightmare stealing your sleep! Oh, Frankenstein; The self is the monster that haunts you—haunts me.