Widow Lyrics - Frances The Mute - 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 

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