Special Skeletons

I kept a picture to show that we were something else
We were something special
Terrified of the demons hiding in our neighborhood
People are turning into something they're not
Blame it on the moon
Or the next generation, but I won't

We'll hide away on our rooftops, while monsters talk the end of the world
Into existence, but I won't

For all that we've learned, I think we forgot it all-- just
Just shrug it off, we'll meet halfway-- we'll be
Faking parts of every little talk
Say we don't have to have ourselves figured out
To stay strong; we'll never die with our holy bones