A Gun & A Choice - Asaf Avidan

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?