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.