Premise from Down by Keptin

I awoke in the wreckage of a car crash,
With my head upon the wheel.

You were there,
With glass petals in your hair,
And crimson ruby tear drops.

There was nothing I could do,
You were cold, you were ice, you were dead,
Your lips were, fucking, blue!

So I scream, with broken ribs;
I'll make like Orpheus,
To retrieve you from Hell.

Hades,
Won't you give me back my wife?
I say,
Hades,
Won't you give me back my wife?
I say,
Hades,
I'm coming for my wife!
Hades,
Won't you give me back my wife?

I did all you asked for, and more.
These shackles were broken long ago.
Your god is just a, fucking, arsehole.
I ain't your, fucking pawn no more.

Hades,
Won't you give me back my wife?
I say,
Hades,
Won't you give me back my wife?
I say,
Hades,
I'm coming for my wife!
Hades,
Won't you give me back my wife?

• Experimental
• alternitive
• goth
• new wave
• rock
• Preston