All of my sins just burn away
Left longing for returning days
Saw spiders reaching for my bed
Left home never returned again

I plant my feet
I left the ground
I sought the wind too
I fought the sound

All my all my all my own
Could have grasped a vacant moan
Then the hush of violence  [bad word] the pride of naked wind
Dance the dance of broken veins 
By the hands of all attained
Look what's left of my bled heart 
Left before you from the start

I [bad word] these words won't save my fall
Won't bother her from last night's ball
We barely spoke and now we're dead
Left maybe from this world instead

I plant my feet
I left the ground
I sought the wind too
I fought this out

Rip out the leather of her nice corvette
Leave it on the shoulder faced away from the street
Bother all the fathers make sure they're asleep
Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week
And if that corpse decided to weep
Chop it up in thirds and let her face recede
Sip from the liver that kept her wet
Wrap it up in folded sheets somewhere she slept
Bother all the fathers make sure they're asleep
Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week

All my all my all my own
Could have grasped a vacant moan
Then the hush of violence  [bad word] the pride of naked wind
Dance the dance of broken veins 
By the hands of all attained
Left before you all the same
Broken from the start