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

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, said I, said I

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

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