Real Afternoons

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