Rachelle Armstead - Skeletons Lyrics

Deep within the mountain pine
Marked by blackened stone
Lies guilt the law could never find
Reduced to rotting bone

Dear Mother knew the landscape
Sweet Gramma knew the oil
You said
Keep it in the family
We'll keep him in the soil

Fiat justitia ruat cælum

Father don't forgive us
Your prayer's an empty spell
If God could shape one soul like his
We'd rather burn in hell

If God could shape one soul like his
We'd gladly burn in hell