A Gun & a Choice

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? What kind of sick, sick love is this?