the_widow grendel he's got fasting black lungs made of clove-splintered shards thy're the kind that will talk through the 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 in 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 said i'm said i'm said i'm bloodshot for sure pale runs the ghost swollen on the shore swollen on the shore 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 Mars Volta) [[[has almost always _slept_ alone]]] 050325 what's it to you? who go blather from