“Wild, wild, wild, wild, wild. Wild, wild, wild, wild, wild mmm. You built me from a broken heart with bricks you made from broken parts. You’ve fixed the pain, so we could start. So now what’s mine is ours. I still have proof in form of scars. The first time always falls so far. Those healing wounds heal twice as hard. But now what’s mine is ours. But now what’s mine is ours. We are survivors. We are survivors of the wild. We are survivors. We are survivors of the wild.”