Lyric Wild Bride

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