He's got friends
They fit in the palm of his hand
Q-tips and toothpicks
One use and then a flick in the trash can
They pile up and build him an altar of earwax and plaque
For their master, the man
Oh yeah, I almost forgot about him
Well, how's he been? What's he doing?
He's a child sacrifice
It takes him a lifetime to learn what he should have given up
And even longer for the hell he's in to hurt more than the life he's led
God takes what she wants
Cuts the good from the rot
Nothing left but a couple of love songs
For which she hums along
She still sends him straight to hell
For tripping himself to watch his shadow fall down
Into a hole where he laughs as the flames grow
He's a child sacrifice
It takes him a lifetime to learn what he should have given up
And even longer for the hell he's in to hurt more than the life he's led