Emilie Autumn - Manipulation - Текст песни

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