I woke up in the middle of the lab, Half dissected laying on the slab, I had electrodes in my neck, And a cable or two running down my back, I sat up and started to stand, I looked down to my stitched up hands, I thought to myself what am I? Am I dead or am I alive? I don't know who I am, Where I'm going or where I've gone, Am I something special at all? Or am I just a creation? I'm a monsterpiece, And I'm no good, Left to rot, Like leftover food, People stare, Like I'm diseased, But just the lonely, Monsterpiece. I wandered round for an hour or so, No direction or place to go, I felt the scars that were on my face, Why am I scarred? What is this place? Why don't I breath or is it just me? Was I born in the laboratory? I picked at my stitches today, Why am I stitched up anyway? I don't know who I am, What I'm doing or what I've done, Am I something special at all, Or am I just a creation? I'm a monsterpiece, And I'm no good, Left to rot, Like leftover food, People stare, Like I'm diseased, But just the lonely, Monsterpiece. I don't know who I am, Is what I'm doing right or wrong? Am I something special at all, Or am I just another creation? I'm a monsterpiece, And I'm no good, Left to rot, Like leftover food, People stare, Like I'm diseased, But just the lonely, Monsterpiece, Lonely Monsterpiece, The lonely Monsterpiece.