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

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