I built a fire from the words You sent
The heavy calls to just repent
They threatened the throne where Egon sits
So I tore the truth into little bits
I watched them burn, I felt the heat
I warmed my pride by the fire at my feet
A comfortable warmth in the dead of the night
Defending my boundaries, proving I’m right
But when the morning came around
I saw the soot upon the ground
I needed a savior to ease the blame
But one that wouldn't demand the same
So I built a pocket god of clay and ash
Swept from the ruins of my own backlash
I gave him a smile, but I left out the voice
A beautiful idol who gives me the choice
He fits in my hand, he’s totally tame
He blesses my ego and whispers my name
He’s perfectly safe, he won't question my creed
The ultimate answer to everything I need
I mixed the dust with a drop of my tears
Just enough sorrow to cover the fears
I sculpted the eyes, but I made them blind
So he wouldn't look at the mess in my mind
Isaiah was right, it’s a tragic charade
I burned up the cedar, and worshipped the shade
I kept the religion, but canceled the cross
And Egon is happy without any loss
But when the morning came around
I saw the soot upon the ground
I needed a savior to ease the blame
But one that wouldn't demand the same
So I built a pocket god of clay and ash
Swept from the ruins of my own backlash
I gave him a smile, but I left out the voice
A beautiful idol who gives me the choice
He fits in my hand, he’s totally tame
He blesses my ego and whispers my name
He’s perfectly safe, he won't question my creed
The ultimate answer to everything I need
He doesn’t flip tables
He doesn’t demand
He’s perfectly scaled to the size of my hand
I told him exactly what he has to say
“You're doing just fine
You're okay
You're okay”
Pocket God
Safe for Egon
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