This Sect

It’s Not You, It’s Them

All done in your best interest:

They clutter through what’s pure in you
Pin you down, screw it in, wear you thin
They go in easy… go in easy…
Cold hands … shake hands…
Cold hands … shake

You see, my dear
It’s never you
You’re sometimes here

Real comfort
Lies in cruelty
Demented love
Somewhat motherly

Cold hands … shake hands…
Cold hands … shake

You see, my dear
It’s never you
You’re sometimes here
But in the end
It’s them
It’s always them

The faces that you wore
They weren’t yours
And all those pieces missing
Where did they end up now?
When you’ve shed enough skin
They’ll build a brand new you

You see, my dear
It’s never you
You’re sometimes here
But in the end
It’s them
It’s always them

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