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

I want to see
Without my hands, I hang
My head, my head, my head
Upon this bed
My eyes can't see
The difference in the world
The difference in the world

The difference in the world
The difference in the world
The difference in the world
The difference in the world

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