Stitches Lyrics

Who's the real monster?

Is it what I create

Or have I made an abomination of myself?

Looking to graveyards

For my salvation

Bodies to mend my bride

Stitched together

From fresh carcasses

Breathing life into her form

A ragdoll of deceased

Lightning through every inch

Anticipating the undead

Rigor mortis undone

As I animate her flesh

My human chimera screams

The pain of rebirth

Misery from the first breath she took

Presenting the newly awoken

Her ring to wear with pride

A love I have longed for

The night I rejoin my bride

Adorn in gowns

White as her complexion

Looking upon perfection

Crafted so meticulously

Monsters make monsters