the view
I am a chorus of the voices
That gather up the magnets
Set before me
I attract you and repel you
A science of the heart
And blood and meaning
The coldness of most beauties is a challenge that our youth must quickly conquer
There is no time for guilt
Or second guessing, second guessing
Based on feeling
I am the truth, the beauty
That causes you to cross
Your sacred boundaries
I have no morals
Some think me cheap
And someone who despises
The normalcy of heartbreak, the purity of love
But I worship the young
And just formed angel
Who sits upon the pin of lust
Everything else bores me
I want to see your suicide
I want to see you give it up
Your life of reason
I want you on the floor
And in a coffin your soul shaking
I want to have you doubting
Every meaning you've amassed like a fortune
Oh, throw it away
For worship of someone who actively despises you
For worship of someone who actively despises you!
I am the root!
I am the progress!
I'm the aggressor!
I am the tablet!
These ten stories!
Worship! Worship!
Pain and evil have their place sitting here beside me!
I offer them to you as servants
Of the gold that you must give!
Pain and evil have their place sitting here beside me!
And I will offer them, I offer them to you
As servants of the gold that you must give to me!
I want to see your suicide
I want to see you give it up
Your life of reason
I want to see you on the floor
And in a coffin, soul shaking, soul shaking
I want to have you doubting
Every meaning you've amassed like a fortune
Like a fortune, throw it away
For worship of someone who actively despises you
Who actively despises you!
I am the view!
I am the table!
I am the view, I am the table!
I am all this!
I am the root!
The progress!
The aggressor!
I am the table!
I am the ten stories!
I am the table!
I am! I am! I am! I am!
I am!