She rots in a cage of your make Far away from your eyes You stripped all her powers to break With your love and your lies
Marooned on an island You gave her a gun and a choice But she´s crazy about you She still waits around for your voice
What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?
She rots in a cage of your make As she waits for a sign Your gun in her hand But there isn´t a choice in her mind Now there´s guilt in your veins ´Cause there´s guilt in your heart So there´s guilt in your blood But you´re oceans apart
What kind of sick, sick love is this, that you left her to die?