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