Pyramid of Skulls

To be useful again Or to learn new tricks But when the new wine hits The old skin splits And as the good Lord wills The good thing spills I don't have a solution When the shadows come, I write them down Without cause or direction A couple of??? become a collection I combed through what I had gathered But not a song could I cull I went to bed with The Bathers I woke up with the Pyramid of Skulls In a hospital room In the heat of July I watched my mother Watch her mother die We turned our heads When they pulled out the hose Out through her mouth From the back of her throat And all the air left inside her We heard it claw out her lungs We watched until it was over Then we threw her on the Pyramid of Skulls For some time now I've been watching him paint the same skulls every day And I say, "Let's move on, let's talk about anything else!" And I try and I try, but I just can't look away I feel him over my shoulder Ever pouring his dirges into my ear First I tried to outrun him Then started humming along 'cause it was all I could hear I watched myself dig in deeper Far past the line I had drawn My fever broke in the morning I looked up, and the Pyramid was gone