Blank Condolences (acoustic) The Mars Volta

[Verse 1]
I heard it moving through tiny blades of grass
Nursed in the bosom where they circle the drain
They kept unwinding through the portraits eyes
Smother the floor while they writhed

[Chorus]
Out here, buried beneath your tombs
My nails scrawl in blood, I will always haunt you
Out here, beneath the things you do
Exhumin' ruins
If you audit all the omens, broken fevers out of time
Wouldn't you want to have closure?
([?] till he's gone)

[Verse 2]
And in that house, you know I lost myself every time
Frozen in fetal positions in the wake of every touch
And I'm waitin', so my question is
How many more are sequestered?

[Chorus]
Out here, buried beneath your tombs
My nails scrawl in blood, I will always haunt you
Out here, beneath the things you do
Exhumin' ruins
If you audit all the omens, broken fevers out of time
Wouldn't you want to have closure?
([?] till he's gone)