"Object Of Affection" lyrics
Blah!
No, it's fine
That was good
Yeah, that was good!
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 loyalty
Forbidden phrases spoke in clandestine hypocrisy
They killed their 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 want to 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, in 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
Baby, you know what you came for
You're the object of affection, hold me tight
In a 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)
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 a 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 a spellbound insurrection, we fly by night
If the sunlight stays behind us, out of sight
Be my object of affection by candlelight
Good
Divorce court-type beat
No, it's fine
That was good
Yeah, that was good!
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 loyalty
Forbidden phrases spoke in clandestine hypocrisy
They killed their 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 want to 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, in 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
Baby, you know what you came for
You're the object of affection, hold me tight
In a 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)
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 a 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 a spellbound insurrection, we fly by night
If the sunlight stays behind us, out of sight
Be my object of affection by candlelight
Good
Divorce court-type beat
