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 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? (When your blindness becomes home) ♪ 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? 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? Burn your fields of sage It won't keep me from collecting that Bounty on your head, bounty on your head Is not a crown of thorns She will rise She will rise again Let them dry, real slow, perfectly No one can hear your voice And here we are in the ground Just muffled by deceit And here we are Caressing the blank condolences And there you go Cowering past the pulpit Every track holds a rope Scribbled yarn on a board