do you take this man to be your wedded husband

will you take him in and never shove him over

will you cook and clean, do anything that he says

will you be his slave when you're in his bed



will he run your life and take your pride

as you beg for the freedom that he only denies

when your mind is led to a mental stage

remember he's your husband, don't give him your rage



when you were made up in your long white gown

you promised to love him so until you're underground

the promise of shit that sent your life

down a one-way road that you obey in silence



is this the same man in which you choose to live

the rest of your life with so that you can give

all your fucking worth, all that's left of your life

only speak when being spoken to, to avoid a fight



brainwashed by your solemn promise

showing off the ring that you thought would accomplish

a life full of peace and endless romance

your heart belongs to him, your love will never end

now he'll slowly take your life away

in the house doing chores is where you'll fucking stay

going out to run his errands is considered a privilege

devotion of yourself is now the way you live