All of my sins just burn awaynLeft longing for returning daysnSaw spiders reaching for my bednLeft home never returned againnnI plant my feetnI left the groundnI sought the wind toonI fought the soundnnAll my all my all my ownnCould have grasped a vacant moannThen the hush of violence nCrushed the pride of naked windnDance the dance of broken veins nBy the hands of all attainednLook what's left of my bled heart nLeft before you from the startnnI trust these words won't save my fallnWon't bother her from last night's ballnWe barely spoke and now we're deadnLeft maybe from this world insteadnnI plant my feetnI left the groundnI sought the wind toonI fought this outnnRip out the leather of her nice corvettenLeave it on the shoulder faced away from the streetnBother all the fathers make sure they're asleepnBleed all the spiders taste their bones for a weeknAnd if that corpse decided to weepnChop it up in thirds and let her face recedenSip from the liver that kept her wetnWrap it up in folded sheets somewhere she sleptnBother all the fathers make sure they're asleepnBleed all the spiders taste their bones for a weeknnAll my all my all my ownnCould have grasped a vacant moannThen the hush of violence nCrushed the pride of naked windnDance the dance of broken veins nBy the hands of all attainednLeft before you all the samenBroken from the start