Re-arranging The Bones

(written by kevin griffin)
(transcribed by fd3)
(hila helped me out too!)

I wanna know whats inside
I slip into your house
Well I cant take for granted
How your bones are planted
What things appear to be
Theyre just illusions to me
I wanna get inside and move around
I wanna get inside and swirm all around

[ohh....]

This is my work of art
Pull back the skin
Rearrange the bones

The ground beneath the grass
The truth behind the lie
The love between the hate
Woah, but its the skin you see
And its the skin you want

This is my work of art
Pull back the skin
Rearrange the bones

Its not the skin that matters
Its not the skin that matters
Its not the skin, its the bones

Dont lay your troubles on me
When you refuse to see
One hundred years from now
Its the bones youll see
On hundred years from now
Whats left of you and me

This is my first......hell-no
Pull back the skin
Blow upon the bones

Hold your hand up to the light
Hold your lies up to the light
Hold your hate up to the light
You see the gnarled, twisted and broken...bones.