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 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 in the fireplace

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 smoke 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 cursed ground

Cuz the breath of the death

Is the only sound