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