Widow - Mars Volta

He’s got fasting black lungs 
Made of clove splintered shardes 
They’re the kind that will talk 
Through a weezing of coughs 
And I hear him every night 
In every pore 
And every time he just makes me warm 
Freeze without an answer 
Free from all the shame 
Must I hide 
Cuz I’ll never never sleep alone 
Look at how they flock to him 
From an isle of open sores 
He knows that the taste is such 
Such to die for 
And I hear him every night 
On every street 
The scales that do slither 
Deliver me from… 
Freeze without an answer 
Free from all the shame 
Then I’ll hide cuz i’ll never never sleep alone 
Oh lord 
Said I’m bloodshot for sure 
Pale runs the ghost 
Swollen on the shore 
everynight 
in every pore 
The scales that do slither 
Deliver me from… 
Freeze without an answer 
Free from all the shame 
Then I’ll hide 
Cuz I’ll never never sleep alone 
Freeze without an answer 
Free from all the shame 
Let Me Die
Cuz I’ll never never sleep alone