Seven Skulls - Autopsy

I’ve got seven skulls

One is staring back at me

Atop the rotting stairs

Is where my family waits for me

At night I go to see them

(No, I am not insane)

Unlock the door forbidden

That only knows my name

This room is filled with knowledge

Of nightmares, dreams and fears

They all flow through my mind

The real world disappears

I’ve got seven skulls

Seven boxes in a row

Seven spirits free

I’ll join them soon, they call to me

One night they made me do it

I woke at four A. M

I felt their desperate pleading

Their prisons tortured them

They wanted to be free

They said I was the one

My brain was filled with voices