He rots in a cage of your make, far away from your eyes.

You stripped all him powers to break with your love and your lies.

Marooned on a hospital, you gave us a gun and a choice.

But mine are crazies about you, and they still waits for your voice.

What kind of sick, sick love is this? that you are letting him to die.

He rots in a bed as he waits for a sign.

with a gun that isn't a choice in our mind.

There's guilt in my veins because there's guilt in my heart.

So there's guilt in my blood but that are oceans apart.

What kind of sick, sick love is this? that you are letting him to die

What kind of sick, sick love is this?