[Music: Jon Schaffer / Lyrics: Jon Schaffer]
A mastermind in the old watchtower
Prying eyes must never find.
God in the final hour
Insanity, such a fine line
Overwhelmed by the mourning process
And the loss of his dearly loved
Doctor's work is now obsession
What is life? What's beyond?
He wants to know what it's like to be God
Creating life with his own
To reanimate lifeless tissues
The Devil's work, the doctors plan
A man of wealth and a genius mind
A slave to passion
and his morbid side
Robbing graves of the nearly dead
Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind
I will create in my own image
God can then why can't I?
No thought of the consequences
I've got to know the meaning of life
Lightning strikes, it's the
The monstrosity comes alive
A victim of man's vanity
Born in delirium, a deranged child
He turns his back on his
Chaos ensues, the innocent die
Who's the monster?
Who's the victim?