He takes those that walk all alone
A wrench to the head has a meaningful tone
He burns off the hair and the skin
He knows that the bone harbors deep down within
through the skull, and mounted on the wall
A new addition to his collection
Soon he'll have them all
The keeper of skulls
It's his art and his call
He'll alleviate us all
In his house on his walls
through the head, this one can stay in bed
An abomination of mutilation that binds him to the dead
The keeper of skulls
It's his art and his call
He'll alleviate us all
In his house on his walls
