Time and distance have made a shadow of you
And everything solid about you has faded to a mist
All you've left behind is your dark
So I made a monster out of you
With the pieces that still burn my memory
I am your Frankenstein
You are my creature
Rise, live with my bitter mind electricity
Oblong parts that don't fit together
And half dead limping
It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!
I resurrect you from the dead again
Again again again again
This is unnatural, this must stop
But how can I kill something that isn't even alive in the first place?
I must find a mob, I must
Find a fire
I must, I must
I must burn my mind monster back to hell
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