A mastermind in the old watchtower   Prying eyes must never find.   Playing God in the final hour   Insanity, such a fine line   Overwhelmed by the mourning process   And the loss of his dearly loved   The 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 hands   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(replace with newly?) dead   Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind      Chorus:   I will create in my own image   If 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 witching hour   The monstrosity comes alive   A victim of man's vanity   Born in delirium, a deranged child   He turns his back on his own creation   Chaos ensues, the innocent die   Who's the monster?   Who's the victim?      Crucify! Crucify!      Chorus