The Widow

The Widow
Hes got fasting black lungs
Made of clothes splintered shardes
Theyre the kind that will talk
through wheezing of coughs
And I hear him
Every night in very pore
Every time it just makes me want to
Breathe without an answer
Free from all in shame
Must I hide?
Cause Ill 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 Ill hide
Cause Ill never
Never sleep alone
Say that
Say that Im blood shot for sure
Pay that ride on a ghost
Im 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 Ill hide
Cause Ill never
Never Sleep Alone
Breathe without an answer
Free from all in shame
Let me die
Cause Ill never
Never Sleep Alone