Collecting Pieces of My FamilyIn An Old Pillow CaseThis One Has a SkullBut It Don't Have a FaceThese Look Like the Arms of Father So StrongAnd the Ring On This FingerMeans My Grandmother's GoneHere's Some Legs in a PileWhere My Sister Once PlayedHere's Some Mud Made of BloodAnd These Teeth Are DecayedThe Ear of My BrotherThe Hand of a FriendAnd I Just Can'tPut Them Back Together AgainPick Up the BonesAnd Set Them On FireFollow the Smoke Going Higher and HigherPick Up the BonesAnd Wish Them GoodnightPray Them a Prayer and Turn Out the LightThere Are Stains On the FloorWhere the Kitchen Once StoodThere Are Ribs in the FireplaceMixed With the WoodThere Are Forces in the AirGhosts in the WindSome Bullets in the BackAnd Some Scars On the SkinThere Were Demons With GunsWho Marched Through This PlaceKilling Everything That BreathedThey're An Inhuman RaceThere Are Holes in the WallsBloody Hair On the BricksAnd the Smell of This HellIs Making Me SickPick Up the BonesAnd Set Them On FireFollow the Smoke Going Higher and HigherPick Up the BonesAnd Wish Them GoodnightPray Them a Prayer and Turn Out the LightPick Up the BonesAnd Set Them On FireFollow the Smoke Going Higher and HigherPick Up the BonesAnd Wish Them GoodnightPray Them a Prayer and Turn Out the LightNow Maybe SomedayThe Suns Gonna ShineFlowers Will BloomAnd All Will Be FineBut Nothing Will GrowOn This Burnt Cursed GroundCuz the Breath of the DeathIs the Only Sound

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