• The wars have raged on for years
    No-one wants to hear the tears
    I’m praying silently to the almighty god
    I’m still proudly sane and my mind isn’t flawed

    I hear the rumors about me
    I fear my mortality
    As I approach quickly
    And my face is pale and sickly

    (chorus)
    They say that I’m the bride as I’m singing soft
    They think they see me flying but it’s just a moth
    I’m sewing myself back together slowly by the seams
    And as the fire falls I can’t suppress the screams

    You can hold the bride

    They’ll marry me away if it means they are at peace now
    But I never said I’ll settle for only thou
    Can you not see my sickening smile
    Are you too sick to pay attention to the bride a little while

    I’m waiting for them to look into my eyes
    And start to drown my in those lies
    To them it’s nothing but a game
    Find the victim then take aim


    They are shooting bombs at me and I have done no wrong
    He yells at me to run but I am standing strong
    And as they hit me with the fire I remember
    I am like a placid light in the middle of December

    They’re killing off the bride

    (chorus)
    They say that I’m the bride as I’m singing soft
    They think they see me flying but it’s just a moth
    I’m sewing myself back together slowly by the seams
    And as the fire falls I can’t suppress the screams


    They’re staring at me as the fire seems to draw closer
    Like I’m leading forth a band and I am the composer
    I cry at night wondering if I’m going to die
    They only want the bride

    Death approaches with her spear
    I’m letting go of all I hold dear
    And letting them imprison me
    All the while wondering why I didn’t flee

    It’s torture, the oil
    They’re leaving it to boil
    They’ll bring me back and leave me here to die
    Dressing me up pretty but leaving my hands tied

    I yell at them proclaiming they’ve won no one
    Just because they caught me the war has just begun
    I hang by the shackles in my slimy cell
    Now I know the world will go to hell

    (chorus)
    They say that I’m the bride as I’m singing soft
    They think they see me flying but it’s just a moth
    I’m sewing myself back together slowly by the seams
    And as the fire falls I can’t suppress the screams

    And now they have the bride