text: 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 youve 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!
  Im 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 youve 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!