You are a skeleton of a man

With long spider legs and carpenter's hands
You stand, abandoned ship, you can't, a quiet drip
From your rusted faucet sings
A hollow sink in your life rings

As you weep... Momma, put me to sleep
And that's when you know, how good this gets
A waking night here, a nightmare at best
Your number tossed in, in with the rest of them
Your totem skin, painted in tradition
In winter's room, in your body's condition
He said "save me," and was raped by pigs
Each blow, spewing wisdom for all to see

Teach the world... "Cop," make him pay!
The kitchen bills, the height of hills
The fog through pills, unwilling shrill
Kill. Killer. Killed
Kill. Killer. Killed