Dead Christine prison

He was craving for control
Never cared for heart or soul
He wore steel, metal chains
They were hanging from his hands
And you should know
Every bone is just a bone
And you should know
Every heart is just a stone
He was craving for a soul
Every step another stone
He was standing in the storm
Waited for freedom to call
And you should know
Every bone is just a bone
And you should know
Every end begins with love
Every heart is just a stone
Every end begins with love