Из альбома: Frances the Mute

He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They're the kind that will talk through

A weezing of coughs

And I hear him
Every night
In every pore
And everytime he just makes me warm

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide
Cuz 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
Cuz I'll never, never sleep alone

Oh Lord

Said Im, Said I'm, Said I'm,
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
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
Cuz I'll never , never sleep alone

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll die
Cuz I'll never, never sleep alone.

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