The Mars Volta – Blank Condolences (Acoustic) [Visualizer]

LYRICS I heard it moving through tiny Blades of grass Nursed in the bosom Where they circled the drain They kept unwinding through the portraits eyes Smother the floor while they writhed Out here Buried beneath your tombs My nails Scrawl in blood I will always haunt you Out here Beneath the things you do Exhuming ruins If you audit all the omens, broken fevers out of time Wouldn’t you want to have closure? When your blindness becomes home And in that house you know I lost my self Every time Frozen in fetal positions in the wake of Every touch And I’m waiting So my question is How many more are sequestered Out here Buried beneath your tombs My nails Scrawled in blood, I will always haunt you Out here Beneath the things you do Exhuming ruins If you audit all the omens, Broken fevers out of time Wouldn’t you want to have closure? When your blindness becomes home. She will rise again Let them dry, real slow, perfectly No one can Hear your voice Here we are In the ground Just muffled by deceit And here we are Caressing the blank condolences There you go cowering Past the pulpit Every tack Holds a rope Scribbled yarn on a board