Vacant Moan

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
 Crushed 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 trust 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
 Crushed 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