Rusty building walls
Splattered with the lust
Of the homeless man
In an orange box
Lies his only link
To his former life
Manic obsession and
Pure self-oppression
The verdict says guilty
And he's feeling filthy
It's all getting banned
And dug down in the sand
The ocean will eat it
And he'll be defeated
Hell all the way through
And nothing we can do
The jury has spoken
It's all they can do, see?