Pick Up the Bones - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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

'Cause the breath of the death is the only sound