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