An empty confessional Everyone is sinless Or they are all absolved of sin All that great gold on the altars shines in vain There is no one to listen Blood is not drunk without an audience The body is not eaten in the intimacy of your four walls Dogs howl at the Moon We howl at the dogs The Moon is howling at us I left the faucet dripping As I am composing the night sounds Moonlight comes out of my mouth