PSYCHE'S SISTERS
Beware the people who tell you you’re beautiful
Beauty more golden than Venus’s faded immortality
Beware of their sighs
Beware the people who whisper your voice is more liquid than silver
And tempting as only the sirens could be
They’re telling you lies
Ask what they’re seeking and hope that today you are wise
Then turn, turn from their eyes
They’re telling you lies
Turn, turn from their eyes
The tender soul cries
Turn, turn from their eyes
They’re thieves in disguise
Beware the people who listen to oracles
Words can be shifted
And truths can be twisted and strangely denied
Beware their advice
Beware the people who dress you in finery
Follow processionally
Knowing that Death will be claiming his bride
They’re telling you lies
Ask what they’re seeking and hope that today you are wise
Then turn, turn from their eyes
They’re telling you lies
Turn, turn from their eyes
The tender soul cries
Turn, turn from their eyes
They’re thieves in disguise
Beware the women who come dressed in finery
Dripping in flattery
Planting the seed of the poison tree
Beware their disguis
Beware the women who tell you your love can be
Only a sorrow
And beauty’s tomorrow shines monstrously
They’re telling you lie
Watch them descending and hope that uncertainly dies
Then turn, turn from their eyes
They’re telling you lies
Turn, turn from their eyes
The tender soul cries
Turn, turn from their eyes
They’re thieves in disguise
Why do you come here and question my joy?
Why do you plant in my heart a disease?
Why do you smile at those you destroy?
Why do I listen to people like these?
Why am I part of the plans they devise?
They’re thieves in disguise