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 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
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 ‘em a prayer and turn out the light
Now maybe someday the suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom and all will be fine
But nothing’ll grow on this burnt cursed ground
’Cause the breathe of the death is the only sound