The wild bride lives In the back of a forest On a black dark path Her feet are like tree roots Her hands of vines And she holds you and she will entwine
Dreams, she finds out are shattered like a knife And she hopes that somewhere along the line And she might find--she has thorns and she scars And she will leave her mark She's the wild one She's the wild bride
The wild bride asks And hopes for the future And children, an abundance of them But a ball and a chain and war, her domain She wants them no longer this way Dreams she finds out are shattered like a knife And she hopes that somewhere along the line She might find-- Can I tear back the veils that are here? Resisting the white gown I fear For the wildness in me wants to exist
Why must I wear these tattered old dresses And white lace over my gown And why must I be a barbie doll figure Like on a cake, on a crown
Why does it have to be? Can I change the loop on the wild bride Underneath? and her dreams She finds out are shattered by life And she hopes that somwhere along the line She might find--love
The wild bride falls to the earth A sacrifice No one can break from this ball and chain Of this wild bride The thorns in her hands And a rest for her skins And belly filled with gold And seed like a pomegranate And roots for her limbs And telling you she'll wrap you with sin
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