Lyrics Mary Shelley Voice Note 1 - Immune

October twenty ninth
Two thousand and twenty one
I finally did it,
After twenty two unsuccesful attempts
I finally made it.
My creation
Like modern Prometheus i've shaped a humanoid excactly how I wanted it
The characteristics,
Playfulness, loyalty, honour, wildness,
Enormous instincts, intelligence,
And above all,
Immunity
Some doubted that I would make it,
But now,
Now i'm ready
Ready to show them what i've made,
Ready for my creation to come out to the world
Ready to give them fire.