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