Consumed with grief
Consumed with avarice
There was a time that
It wasn’t like this

Resurrecting all that we have lost
Oh, I’ll have my way
At any cost

I must admit the risks have crossed my mind
At least a dozen or more times

Nothing works the way it can
Like the best laid plans
Of lesser men

Some say I’m genius
Some say I’m mad
But to cure this condition
Is within my grasp

I wouldn’t hesitate to cross that line
Between the perverse and divine

There’s something wrong on the other side of the door
I know she’s gonna be the end of me
In the dead of night
For the dead of night

Looking back it should have been plain
While the soul is long gone
The flesh remains

With a hole inside
Where you used to be
To fill that void
Leaves you awful hungry

While I’m sure it worked
The results are not good
Now she hungers for my flesh
She hungers for my blood