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 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 yo 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