Worship
Have you ever seen a handful of flesh / Twist and turn in the fear of ambush / All anger is is fear / And now it all seems so clear / But back then I was an infant and I didn't know what it was / Swirled around / And into / And out of / Until there was not a single sliver of imagination left / In that boy / In that world / In that time / On that plane / Some say now that it was a fluke / I still say it was large, scary doubts / That lead him to where he dwells today / Off in the distance somewhere / Worshiping a toilet bowl / Or a computer screen