Frankenstein Video (MV)

Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die
Perchance were death indeed
Imagine if you wrote Frankenstein
And were married to Shelley

In thy dark eyes
A power like light doth lie

Even though the sounds which were thy voice
Which burn
Between thy lips
Are laid to sleep

We all met up
Near the ocean
Old time party

Within thy breath, and on thy hair
Like odour it is yet
And from thy touch
Like fire doth leap

I woke up to Byron's snoring
His hand beneath my cheek
I dream of monsters and chemistry

Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die

Perchance were death indeed
He got in a boat
And was lost at sea