A Gun & A Choice
She rots in a cage of your makeFar away from your eyesYou stripped all her powers to breakWith your love and your lies
Marooned on an islandYou gave her a gun and a choiceBut she's crazy about youShe still waits around for your voice
What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?
She rots in a cage of your makeAs she waits for a signYour gun in her handBut there isn't a choice in her mindNow there's guilt in your veins'Cause there's guilt in your heartSo there's guilt in your bloodBut you're oceans apart
What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?What kind of sick, sick love is this?