Off in the distance not too long ago

A place of community, loneliness immunity

Took its roots and begun to grow

But that's not the whole story

It's filled with fear and dread and misery

But that's not what cults want to show

Crafted me into something I'm not

Took my hand and convinced me I'm not

My stomach wasn't really butterflies in love

But my fear tied in tight into knots

Now watch me bloom into something I'm not, or so you say

Bit your hand, can't convince me I'm not

Ripped away what's meant to be butterflies in love

Wilted and dead, leave my soul dead to rot, you have no say

Closed off and distant with a foggy mind

Abusive community, consequеnce immunity

That's what you wanted for all this time, hm-mm

That's thе real and true story

Filled with your fear and dread and misery

But you refuse to pay close to the price, hm-mm

Crafted me into something I'm not

Took my hand and convinced me I'm not

My stomach wasn't really butterflies in love

But my fear tied in tight into knots

Now watch me bloom into something I'm not, or so you say

Bit your hand, can't convince me I'm not

Ripped away what's meant to be butterflies in love

Wilted and dead, leave my soul dead to rot, you have no say