Idols

Ashtoreths
That were raised by my friend
Innocent at age thirteen
Her hand felt good in his
Love was foreign
Since a child he has known none
Hysteria led him to the slaughter
I'm with you in the city
Roaming the streets on lonely nights
The only company the man on the moon
One lonelier than him
Moloch
Lain beautifully by the hands of the innocent
The blood ran pure till the days of dark
Your eyes still sparkle
Through the security of the mask
But dark places you control
The blade brings comfort
I'm with you in the corner
Where words can't pierce the night
To cry would be joy
Because I feel once again
Baal
He was planted and grew
Socially, with a friend you grew up with
Confidence returned with a sip of the bottle
Your warm chest numbed the pain
It was easier to sleep with your past forgotten
Guilt was only real if felt
I'm with you on your deathbed, alone
Your children gone
Etching lives out of the pieces you created
gods,gods,gods
Built tirelessly
Our calloused hands build, build, build
We're trying to reach the floor of heaven
Only to find we're digging instead