The Mars Volta - The Widow
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
The Widow by `vhm-alex on deviantART
Artist's Comments
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Because I'll never sleep alone
A sad misinterpretation: "I believe that this guy is into drugs and a crazy lifestyle and this girl seems to fall deeper and deeper into it. She's so in love she cannot help her own demise even when it seems that he's forgotten her. To be closer to him she does all the things he does and she ends up wanting to die in the end."
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