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.