Skulls & heads & bones

** lyrics **
“Skulls & heads & bones”
All the burns in your head
sculpture out a burning shed 

I still recall your crushing skull
crumbling like eggshells 
Poring blood from your head
like fine burgundy wine 
They say the dead have the power
to make the living mad 
Now you’re the hole in my head
the vacant space in my bed
Every day I feel the sorrow
buried in the hollow depths
of my bone marrow, Apollo
The poring blood from your brain 
like fine burgundy wine 
They say the dead have the power
to make the living mad
Screaming your name on the field
where the countryside lies 
Made the echo sound unrecognizable
but the sound familiar