In her locked cage she sings a song
Of the past of broken dreams
Covered in her own lonely blood
In her solicitude she screams.
Living in a heart of pain
With her burdens in her tote
Crawling around in her forpassed death
Murder she wrote.
Hollow and bound with stone
Clouds of forgetting souls
Nobody understood her grief
Leaving her to play different roles.
Guns and roses crowd her mind
For that was her songs keynote
Boom, boom, boom is her rhylum
Murder she wrote.
He shocked her, in his foolish ways
Jealousy is at stake
Calling her a slefish w***e
A b***h, a c**t, a misstake.
Seducing her in her gullible head
pushing her into devote
Killing her softly with his song
Murder she wrote.