Morrigan Wilde — The Cage (Cover)

🔥 The Cage (Acoustic) strips away the electric fire of Morrigan Wilde’s hard rock confessional and leaves only what cannot be hidden — the ache, the guilt, and the truth whispered in the dark.

No drums. No distortion. Just a trembling voice, a single guitar, and the slow pulse of finger taps echoing like a heartbeat beneath the story.
It’s haunting, raw, and intimate — the sound of a woman bound by her past, confessing to ghosts no one else can hear.

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   • "The Cage" by Morrigan Wilde  

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The Cage

They wrote it down in black and white,
Three names beneath the judge’s light.
My daddy, my husband, my lover turned thief,
Three graves for my sorrow, three chains for my grief.

They’ll say I was wicked, they’ll call me insane,
But I bled out in silence under their names.
What they called love was the devil’s disguise,
Every kiss a weapon, every vow a lie.

And I told the truth, or just enough,
Three lives to answer, three was enough.
But shadows don’t speak, and silence won’t tell,
How many wolves I sent to hell.

The cage has closed the jury’s won,
Three life sentences and I’m done.
Count the scars forget the rest,
They caught my sins but not the best.

Some say I’m a monster, some call me a child,
But they never were there when the nights went wild.
When a man takes your body, your breath, your skin,
You learn fast the way to never lose again.

So I laid my hands on the smoking gun,
Pulled the trigger ‘til the silence sung.
They say three murders, but that ain’t the truth,
Just the part they could drag from my youth.

The cage has closed the jury’s won,
Three life sentences and I’m done.
Count the scars forget the rest,
They caught my sins but not the best.

I see their faces when I close my eyes,
Three names on paper, a thousand goodbyes.
They’ll never know the ones that bled,
Whispered confessions the graveyards kept.

The cage has closed the jury’s won,
Three life sentences and I’m done.
Count the scars forget the rest,
They caught my sins fuck all the rest.

Three chains bind me, but the shadows are free.