Verbage

(S. McCorkindale)

Oh it's on, the lightning comes
Oh it's on when the thunder comes
I'll raise the ghost of Frankenstein
It was god's, now the secret's mine

The spirit comes, but must be called
It sings to me across the sleeping void
Soulless, cold and black
It starts to twitch
Flesh and bone

Oh it's on, the lightning comes
Oh it's on when the thunder comes
I'll raise the ghost of Frankenstein
It was god's, now the secret's mine

The dead haunt the local morgue
Once out, can't close the door
Lifelike and poseable
My toys aren't sold in stores