Skull

They’re gonna find my skull in the hands of a collector
Their finest example of fossilized anger
Crystallized ruptures of my most righteous fury
Keep your spirits up, they said, but my body’s still down here
Smokin Tutankhamun, thinkin' ‘bout old friends
Guess somewhere along the line my story ended for them
Like I’ve drawn a curtain across myself and now it’s permanent
Shrouded in that mystery, I cannot remove it
O my God it’s, O my God it’s true
Who’s that in the darkness shining back at you?
All you ever needed was shattered as foretold
It’s a broken mirror, not a chain of gold