Blank Condolences

I heard it moving through tiny blades of grass
 Nursed in the bosom where they circle the drain
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 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
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 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
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 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