Collecting pieces of my family

In an old pillow case

This one has a skull



But it don't have a face

These look like the arms of father so strong

And the ring on this finger



Means my Grandma is gone

Here's some legs in a cloud

Where my sister once played



Here's some mud made of blood

And these teeth are decayed

The ear of my brother



The hand of a friend

And I just can't

Put them back together again



Pick up the bones

And set them on fire

Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones

And wish them goodnight

Pray them a prayer and turn out the light



There are stains on the floor

Where kitchen once stood

There are ribs on the fire place

Mixed with the wood



There are forces in the air

Ghosts in the wind

Some bullets in the back

And some scars on the skin



There were demons with guns

Who marched through this place

Killing everything that breathed

They're an inhuman race



There are holes in the walls

Bloody hair on the bricks

And the smell of this hell

Is making me sick



Pick up the bones

And set them on fire

Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones

And wish them goodnight

Pray them a prayer and turn out the light



Pick up the bones

And set them on fire

Follow the scope going higher and higher

Pick up the bones

And wish them goodnight

Pray them a prayer and turn out the light



Now maybe someday

The suns gonna shine

Flowers will bloom

And all will be fine



But nothing will grow

On this burnt cursive ground

Cuz the breathe of the death

Is the only sound