Manipulation - Emilie Autumn

The time for your escape

Has come and gone

What kept you here

Save your own curious mind?

You say you’ve seen too much

And yet look on Where chaster souls would run

You glance behind

Have you no ministering angels

To consult?

I have no power to decide your fate

The choice was yours

But therein lies the fault:

What good is choice

When choice is made too late?

What good is virtue

But a thing to lose?

What good are all the saintly attributes?

We wear them on and off

Whene’er we choose

To correspond with fashion

End disputes

If you should think to speak

Say but a word

And weigh it well

No explanation give

To those who haven’t asked.

What has occured

Is nothing more than reciprocative

Events without a price

Nor penalty

You’ve nothing lost

That I can say I’ve gained

You’ve acted out your part

Adorably

And for my part

I hope I’ve entertained