THE WIDOW

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'm said i'm 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 cuz i'll never never sleep alone freeze without an answer free from all the shame then i'll hide cuz i'll never never sleep alone