Emilie Autumn
Manipulation
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 Letras de cancionesTo 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
From Letras Mania