Reade McCardell - Tendon lyrics

There's a man (if you can call him a man) Lives on an island by himself with only the birds and the Lord to talk to Roughly thirty feet tall without a scrap of skin at all And a smile - give you nightmares for a month His lidless eyes have seen unthinkable things Castaways crushed by his own hands He saw no difference between them and the peccaries Sun-bleached and painted their bones He didn't see it as a crime He didn't know He didn't know So the Lord has a place for him A little villa in heaven where he can press his own oil and make pottery There he'll have people to love A suit of beautiful skin to dress the wound his earthly life had been