The Widow - The 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?

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
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 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
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

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