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 someone 
Who actively despises you
For worship 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’ll 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, give it up
Your 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
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