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, 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! 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!