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 am 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