Laulunsanoja:
Mars Volta The Widow

He's got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered shards They're the kind that will talk through wheezing of coughs And I hear him Every night

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

Käännös: Mars Volta. Leski.

: 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

there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches Shock lest shackles free you Volt

light In the darkest of your furthest reaches Shockless shackles free you Fools taste tongues I better leave you again, I won't be owned Not this time Shockless shackles free you Volt