He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes.
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing 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.
Every night
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.
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame,
Let me die,
Cause I'll never,
Never sleep alone...