Skeletons 3.

Let us all fix our problems,
We can all pretend were dead.
Nobody will bother us,
We will leave their heads.
 
You can lock yourself in your cellar,
Hide every specimen,
Attempt to censor..
Your closeted skeletons,
But sooner or later they will crawl back out,
Shrieking of self-resurrection.
 
It's really quite stunning to see,
Like a re-birth..
Or 2 or 3.
My dear,
What a troubled past indeed,
My sweet,
You tried to grow up too fast, I believe..
 
All the advice I can give,
Isn't too much,
Your life is a lie.
But the skeletons aren't through,
And you will try and die,
But they'll have their way with your body,
So I hope you can hide.
 
Buy a mausoleum,
Gaurd it thick, Gaurd it heavy.
It's your death-day museum,
Gaurd it with the deadly.
 
What a war,
For a corpse,
What a tragic scene,
What a war,
For remains,
Of this man I see.
 
Skeletons 3, in your doorway,
Skeletons 3, in your head.
Skeletons 3, escaped your closet,
And now.. I fear.. you're dead..