Frankenstein

I see the moon and oh does it shine On this fragile image this tattered corpse Can we at least figure out how long It has been missing its spine The work of a fiend A serpent, devil unseen Count your prayers Or it might kill the dream All the years of training Have prepared me for tonight We're not doing this again This will be so inevitable What would be the outcome of this insight? The work of a fiend A serpent, devil unseen Count your prayers Or it might kill the dream We'll make it through forensics The residue is minimal The scene says self inflicted But I feel homicidal This could be the big one You and me let's go This could be our end bomb