Veils

There's a thinning of the veil
They claim a sacred, perfect order
From your origin, cut from His rib
Created to be smaller

They'll raise you modest, let you seethe
Denigrate the weaker vessel, say
"Believe me when I say it's meant to be"

You're seeing through their veils
You see their perfect new religion
Now what if you're the sacred one, cruelly leashed up?
Now you see through their visions

To raise you modest, bleed you dry
Worthy when he tethers up the left hand and says
"Donate your soul for mine
It's unconditional for life
And tell me that you feel it too, it's a sign"
It's a sign

You're lifting up their veils
They speak impending doom, destruction
You insert wire hangers, taste G.H.B.
Inseminate to fit their preference

They say, "separate the higher meaning
Have a hotline, talk it out
Go heal your pleasure for his pleasing
Women's work to sort it out"

The rage it seethes, slow deep it breeds
'Cause was it meant to be?
You're born again to just bleed out

'Cause it's meant to be
That's it's meant for me

That my power, my pleasure
It was taken from me
To be everything he wanted
All they want me to be
To be his apostolic princess
Private manic dream slut
Pretend everything they took was what I gave them because

I get everything I wanted
By being everything they wanted
I get everything I wanted
By being everything I wanted
When I take it back