Most of you simply don't realize the love that my father put into me
You have to realize that there was nothing abusive, not even sexually
My father was totally of the brain, pushing the fucking limits of his passion
He carefully selected each piece, some stolen there could be no asking
Robbers were paid as his true lab was designed, built, and powered
In the mean time he took menial work, patient by patient, hour by hour
But that helped him to get good shit, shit that could take the spark
The shit that need lightin, otherwise the entire countrside would remain dark
He worked me off, one peaceful grave at a time
Carefully picking through the pieces, each stitch carefully in line
Haha, the villagers were riled, they feared father for no reason
They claimed my birth would coincide with the killing season
My legs and feet were finally attached, and we waited for the perfect storm
My father rolled back and forth between the the weather channel and porn
When the perfect storm came up, the lightin rods and antennas went up
Igor returned from vacation, he's a daddy's boy, who thinks everyone else is corrupt
Father needed the voltage, thinking every thing was in place
The bolts and the body are perfect, but inside this body was a disturbed man
The heart that father found and installed, that shit had never found a home
And the brained that he installed belonged to a serial killer continuing to roam
Jumper cables connected, my father sworn to bring me alive
He should had cut the power when he saw the blood boiling in my eyes
Hahaha, the lightin volts came with life giving jolts
Tearing and eating out Igor's throat seemed the natural antidote
Springing up from the slab, my father realized that don't move like one of the former dead
I'm looking at Igor's open eyes and torn throat, while spooning out my father's head
With the hands of an abuser, I tore everything as I ate
Father was innocently ignorant, not realizing that I was a cannibal with a full plate
I finished off father and Igor, and then torched the house and lab
A burning taste for human flesh is the only desire that I now have
As everything burns, I swim across the river and watch from the shoreline
As the villages banded together and appraoched the house with killing on there minds
I watched and I memorized them each, I mentally took a picture of each one of their faces
I've gotta get rid of these bolts and then get myself suited up for a dinner with taste
My reflection in the stream told me that I'm not hard on the humans eyes
My father was Frankenstein, I an the monster, but I'll return before the realize
