The Mars Volta – The Widow

He’s got fasting black lungs
Made of clove-splintered shards
They’re the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing 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
‘Cause 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
Is 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
‘Cause I’ll never, never sleep alone
Oh Lord
Said I’m, said I’m, said I’m,
Said I’m bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Every night
In every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I’ll hide
‘Cause I’ll never, never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
‘Cause I’ll never, never sleep alone