There's only one altar   That's the refrigerator    Where you keep your food    Whether you slaughter human, animal, or grapes    It's your altar    The table for your food    Devour God's knowledge    At your altar    In your food you eat    Build your blocks to stand up    Straight and erect    Skank, you skank    Leave    I got away after you left    Now I'm gone, don't see me    Forget and go on somewhere    I forgot now I'm free    I ain't going back to no mystery    These afternoons are real