The Harvest

Boondox

Its the time for the harvest 
Time of the harvest 
Its the time of the harvest 
Your time 
(2x)

My ride broke down on a mountain of dust im lost 
With nobody around i cant fuck with the cost 
Of the cell phone or tow truck or even the cops 
Nobody gonna find me untill my cold heart stopps 
(I started walkin' and all of a suddent the sky became rain) 
Seen a house on the way looked fuckin' insane 
With no windows or locks so i stepped inside the room 
Anything can really happen so im trying to leave soon 
(And then i seen a blade) 
Hangin' down from the wall theres no explaination for the crazy shit i saw 
Got me trippin' but i reached for the steel anyway 
Thats all i can say because after that day 
They say too many peopole died at that main highway 
I guessed i murdered them all when im possesed by the blade 
So they lockin my up for life and now im gone 
And the only thing on my mind is what i did wrong 

Its the time for the harvest Time of the harvest 
(when the sling blade works in ways thats so sticky to yall to die die die die die die die) 
Its the time of the harvest Your time 
(In the chemical chills the blood spills and drippin' we all die die die die die die die) 
(2x)

When i feel i got the urge to kill 
As if for real i draw a blank and then i reachin for steel 
The sharpest razor blades that made my first rate 
Hands of full believers full of murder and hate 
Used by many souls, many years on the crops 
Slicin through dicing thought wheat and corn spots 
But when i grab it something happens that hears all of my confessions 
Takin' control of my emotions like a demon possession 
No remorse in my heart for the things it made me do 
All the blood that was shead like it wasnt even true 
Wake up in cold sweat sheets covered in red 
Then the flashbacks hit me of all the sould that we bled 
Was it true? Did i do all these things in my brain? 
Was the slingblade curse or was i going insane? 
I ran out the front door and just looked all around 
100 headless corprses' laying all over the ground 

Its the time for the harvest Time of the harvest 
(when the sling blade works in ways thats so sticky to yall to die die die die die die die) 
Its the time of the harvest Your time 
(In the chemical chills the blood spills and drippin' we all die die die die die die die) 
(2x)

Got it in my hands and a feelin' rush though 
Aint nobody know what to do when my slingblade fucks you 
Cuts through with a 1,2 
I drop poison on my airplane when i crop dust you 
See i gotta put food on the table 
And give sacrafice to the Gods that i pray to 
And that means that nothing can save you 
Apologive to Mother Earth for what the humans bring you 
I raise through the fields and chase you 
With fast pace your back breaks 
When the sight takes you 
Then i drag you back by the hair to my shack 
Button up my coat and diesect your throat 
I cut out the flesh the pieces are so big 
I put 'em through a shredder then i feed them to my pig 
And i know the job move a little slow 
But the heart is dissend and imma sweep what we sew 

Its the time for the harvest Time of the harvest 
(when the sling blade works in ways thats so sticky to yall to die die die die die die die) 
Its the time of the harvest Your time 
(In the chemical chills the blood spills and drippin' we all die die die die die die die)