The Widow - The Mars Volta

He’s got fasting black lungs

Made of clove splintered shardes

They’re the kind that will talk

Through wheezing of coughs

And I hear him

Every night in every pore

Every time it just makes me want to

Freeze without an answer

Free from all in shame

Must I hide?

Cause I’ll never

Never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him

To an aisle 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

Breathe without an answer

Free from all in shame

And I’ll hide

Cause I’ll never

Never sleep alone

Say that

Say that I’m blood shot for sure

Pay that ride on a ghost

I’m floating on the shore

Floating on the shore

Every night in every pore

The scales that do slither

Deliver me from

Breathe without an answer

Free from all in shame

And I’ll hide

Cause I’ll never

Never Sleep Alone

Breathe without an answer

Free from all in shame

Let me die

Cause I’ll never

Never Sleep Alone