Skulls

There's a story in the shape of every skull.
Of battles won and battles lost.
There's a bottom to every fall.
There's a story in the shape of a head.

Dig it up, brush it off, blow your mind. (Oh, dig it up. Oh, brush it off)
Dig it up, brush it off, blow your mind. (Oh, dig it up. Oh, brush it off)
Dig it up, brush it off, blow your mind. (Oh, dig it up. Oh, brush it off)

There's a story that's etched in bone,
Of every day the sun has shone.
There's a fall to every Rome,
And the reasons are in our bones.