The Mars Volta - The Window

Hes got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
Theyre 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 Ill 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 Ill hide Cause Ill never, never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said Im 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 Ill hide Cause Ill never, never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die Cause Ill never, never sleep alone