The Widow

He's got fasting black lungsMade of clove splintered shardesThey're the kind that will talkThrough a weezing of coughsAnd I hear him every nightIn every poreAnd every time he just makes me warmFreeze without an answerFree from all the shameMust I hide?Cause I'll neverNever sleep aloneLook at how they flock to himFrom an isle of open soresHe knows that the taste is suchSuch to die forAnd I hear him every nightOn every streetThe scales that do slitherDeliver me from… Freeze without an answerFree from all the shameThen I'll hide Cause I'll neverNever sleep aloneOh lordSaid I'm bloodshot for surePale runs the ghostSwollen on the shoreEverynightin every poreThe scales that do slitherDeliver me from…Freeze without an answerFree from all the shameThen I'll hideCause I'll neverNever sleep aloneFreeze without an answerFree from all the shameLet me dieCause I'll neverNever Sleep Alone