You´ve made a prison of your mind,
and locked my ghost inside.
Are you scared what you might find,
with your arm around the bride?
You still mourn the girl beneath,
my ghost caught in between your teeth.
You´ve made a prison of your mind,
and locked my ghost inside.
Are you scared what you might find,
with your arm around the bride?
You still mourn the girl beneath,
my ghost caught in between your teeth.