Mother of the mother of Frankenstein
In giving birth the woman bled and then she died
She couldn't drown herself no matter how she tried
But man would plant the seed of suicide
Whoa oh oh oh...
What rights do woman have?
What duties? what sense?
What more than beauty
Can an idiot pretend?
The truth of how she lived
The scandal and the lies
The surname of a lover
The praise, the failures
In the end he loved her and he killed her all the same
That monster of a lover who would advertise her shame
But pride is fleeting and so is sensibility
What virtue? what is reason when reality is anarchy?
Whoa oh oh oh...