Текст песни Object of Affection - Jamie Paige

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