I remember,
once upon a Frankenstein,
how divine the memory
that sublimates the truth.

Monsters hide and bide their time,
electrically
comes Frankenstein.

Misunderstood, but
he looks good in
nuts and bolts,
ten million volts?

I'd be looking that way too
if only Frankenstein could tell
me what to do.

In the mean and I mean
mean,
I dream of
Monsters,
they dream
of me.