The Modern Prometheus

Waiting to be born, the Venus sculpted from the flesh. I control her very breath, I can take her from his death to something young alive and fresh. The power to control, goal of creation. I, a man, will now get birth, which makes me God, a harmisor.

So why this trepidation? No, I've gone too far to come back now There's nothing left I need to decide I am the modern pro-me-be-us And ready to create this ride What do you mean create a bride?

Is this the science you can see? Who vow to leave this life behind? A vow I foolishly believe? Henry, I invited you once to join me in Discovery. I'm giving you yet another chance. I've gone too far to turn back now.

And soon you'll see I'm justified. I am a modern pro-meath-y-us. Ready to create this pride. Mustn't ride, man, like God. From me, the us was merely myth. And if you toy with nature's course, your face, I have to hurt by your retort.

Do you disappoint? Sorry friends, you miss my point. Your vision boss severely is short. I was once a dream. My destiny is mine to save you from yourself.