[REPRISE] Call me a prisoner the way Im behind these bars

Caress me with your iron fist

I taste the metal in my mouth 

My north attracted to your south 

Its all up in the air, 

Just like pollution its confusion

The love we have is not illusion 

Yet I wake up to more contusions 

And you don't know from where 

I'll raise a toast to your ghost, 

ellavelluh