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 my father so strong
And the ring on this finger
Means my Grandmother’s gone
Here’s some legs in a pile
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 the 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 sun’s gonna shine
Flowers will bloom
And all will be fine
But nothing will grow
On this burnt cursed ground
Cause the breath of the death
Is the only sound
