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Who's really the monster?

Lyrics

The day grows old
And darkness clouds the battlements
An eastern wind
Bears tidings of the war
That grows deep in the hearts
Of the messiahs
Who don't realize
We've seen it all before

And now I'm in a better place
To rid myself of the human race
And I'm looking for
The Frankenstein in you

God marshalls his armies
On the main streets
And gazes out at
All the ones he's lost
Avoids catching his reflection
In the mirror
Counts the bodies
And the rising cost

There's arsenic in the Maybelline
And lipstick smears on the war machines
And I'm looking for
The Frankenstein in you

Nice girls come
And nice girls go
But don't penetrate
My heart you know
It's too hard
To make history
Without that demon
Misery

And now I'm in a better place
To rid myself of the human race
And I'm looking for
The Frankenstein in you

The monster that I built
Is on the landing
Crying up
Into the winter moon
She's only seeking
Love and understanding
Played the only card
She's dealt too soon

And now I'm in a better place
To leave myself in the human race
And I'm looking for
The Frankenstein in you