Object of Affection

Oh, disobedience, your progeny woke up again All full of insolence, unfit to glance the sovereign He whiles the time away with petty acts of mutiny "A heart of heresy, a surest sign of lunacy" Purest in its ecstasy, temptation of atrocity Denied a sense of agency, to further aims of royalty Forbidden phrases spoke in clandestine hypocrisy They killed the prince-to-be, they- They turned their son into a doll Perfect little packages, disposed of when it's finished Bearings free from cartilage, no beating heart within it A guided metamorphosis, but she won't get the memo You're the object of affection, hold me tight In this spellbound insurrection, we fly by night If the sunlight stays behind us, out of sight Be my object of affection, by candlelight (Be my object of affection, by candlelight) They don't even know what they wanna hear They only know the torch and the warmth of fear Spirited from helplessness, devoid of intuition She pulled its cork on consciousness, welcome to the fiction Simulacra sensitive and thoughts left out of order "Subservience's consequence, with time it will get better" Mage of black, a heretic, who saved her from her reverie More freedom than she's ever known, a self-imposed identity The weight of ego crashing down, a spiral towards inf- Her cheek is cradled by a hand of pure machinery Ball-jointed empathy, she- She turned herself into a doll Perfect little packages, so easily outfitted Form and function fluctuate, no longer uncommitted So malleable, the push and pull for what this feeling's felt for (Do you know what you came for?) You're the object of affection, hold me tight In this spellbound insurrection, we fly by night If the sunlight stays behind us, out of sight Be my object of affection, by candlelight (I swear on my life, I'll make it worth the while) (Never anything less than free!) (Be my object of affection, by candlelight) They don't even know (What function fails to show) Betwixt the status quo (The only thing they know) But we've been born anew (So perfectly askew) Perfect little packages Wrapped up in contradiction Metal moves organically A sick and twisted fiction But maybe what you're missing is that twisted point of view The outline of your autumn cast in cadmium-colored hues No holding up to scrutiny, impossibly obtuse So come and join the artifice, we've left a spot for you I swear it on my honor, this doll will make it true! You're the object of affection, hold me tight In this spellbound insurrection, we fly by night If the sunlight stays behind us, out of sight Be my object of affection, by candlelight You're the object of affection, hold me tight In this spellbound insurrection, we fly by night If the sunlight stays behind us, out of sight Be my object of affection, by candlelight