Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Pray With Snakes, artist - Boondox. Album song The Harvest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
They Pray With Snakes |
In the belly of the beast a place that’s miles away |
In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray |
A choir sings with their eyes sown shut |
By the stream children playing water flowin with blood |
The pastor stands on his pulpit while preachin to hell |
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bell |
They tolled twice for the missing and the recently departed |
In the pews the congregation sits a 100 days rotted |
Suffering is all around us, stench of death in the air |
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care |
Its just an everyday life an a normal routine |
People walkin' right by but never notice the screams |
A backwoods philosophy passed down through the ages |
Generation of murder written down in these pages |
Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history |
A place where the secret is surrounded by mystery |
I can hear them screaming through the forest at night |
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind |
I can hear them screaming through the forest at night |
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind |
Was it a curse or a sickness that is raised in the minds |
Of these sac-religious hillbillies raised with the swine |
No remorse in their souls and their heart is pitch black |
Thirsty for the blood hound murdered contact |
Feasting on the brain of the ones they call sinners' |
Cousin Cletus in the kitchen carvin torsos for dinner |
In the barn, on the meathooks, bodies are hanging |
In the cellar by a chain more bodies are swingin' |
And in the field lies a scene from an old parkin lot |
Abandoned for so many years cars left to rot |
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep |
All the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap |
Ungodly sounds of torture echo through the trees |
The screams suffering still blowing in the breeze |
Not on any map undiscovered never surveyed |
Secrets of a small town kept locked away |