More singin'

Look at how they flock to him
from a night 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 slither
deliver me from...

freeze without an answer
free from all the shame
must I hide?
'cos I'll never
never sleep alone

freeze without an answer
free from all the shame
let me die
'cos I'll never
never sleep alone
alone, alone, alone....

(taken from The Widow, by The Mars Volta)