Sympathy for Frankenstein's Monster.

Undeserving and worn, built upon bone
Finding refuge in the feelings of being alone
Not wood nor brick, no blankets or stone
But the feelings of being alone.

Meet with the blind, the only ones pure
The vision of a monster is different, obscure.
Though loved for the things they see inside
Feel bad for the men who stare with eyes wide.

Judged upon images of fiction and crime
Their broken down clocks and their ideas of time
Things change, amity be mine
The ladder is broken, so society can't climb.