I woke up in the middle of the lab,
Half dissected laying on the slab,
I had electrodes in my neck,
And a cable or two running down my back,
I sat up and started to stand,
I looked down to my stitched up hands,
I thought to myself what am I?
Am I dead or am I alive?
I don’t know who I am,
Where I’m going or where I’ve gone,
Am I something special at all?
Or am I just a creation?
I’m a monsterpiece,
And I’m no good,
Left to rot,
Like leftover food,
People stare,
Like I’m diseased,
But just the lonely,
Monsterpiece.
I wandered round for an hour or so,
No direction or place to go,
I felt the scars that were on my face,
Why am I scarred? What is this place?
Why don’t I breath or is it just me?
Was I born in the laboratory?
I picked at my stitches today,
Why am I stitched up anyway?
I don’t know who I am,
What I'm doing or what I've done,
Am I something special at all,
Or am I just a creation?
I’m a monsterpiece,
And I’m no good,
Left to rot,
Like leftover food,
People stare,
Like I’m diseased,
But just the lonely,
Monsterpiece.
I don’t know who I am,
Is what I'm doing right or wrong?
Am I something special at all,
Or am I just another creation?
I’m a monsterpiece,
And I’m no good,
Left to rot,
Like leftover food,
People stare,
Like I’m diseased,
But just the lonely,
Monsterpiece,
Lonely Monsterpiece,
The lonely Monsterpiece. |
