The Harvest

It's the time for the harvest

Time of the harvest

It's the time of the harvest

Your time

My ride broke down and i'm out in the dust, i'm lost

With nobody around i can't fuck with the cost

Of the cell phone or tow truck or even the cops

Nobody gonna find me till my cold heart stops

(i started walkin' and all of a sudden the sky became rain)

Seen a house down the way looked fuckin' insane

With no windows or locks so i stepped inside the room

Anything can really happen so i'm trying to leave soon

(and then i seen a blade)

Hangin' down from the wall there's no

Explaination for the crazy shit i saw

It got me trippin' but i reached for the steel anyway

That's all i can state because after that day

They say too many people died at the main highway

I guessed i murdered them all away when i possesed by the blade

So they lockin my up for life and now i'm gone

And the only thing on my mind is what i did wrong

It's the time for the harvest time of the harvest

(when the sling blade works in ways

That's so wicked to yall to die die die

Die die die die)

It's 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)

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 are made by first ray

Hands of full believers full of murder and hate

Used by many souls, many years on the crops

Slicin through dicing though wheat and corn spots

But when i grab it something happens

It 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 shed like it wasnt even true

Wake up in cold sweat sheets covered in red

Then the flashbacks hit me all the bodies 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 corpses' laying all over the ground

Got it in my hands and i feelin' rushed though

Ain't nobody know what to do when my slingblade fucks you

Cuts through with a 1,2

I drop poison out my airplane when i crop dust you

See i gotta put food on my table

And give sacrafice to the gods that i pray to

And that means that nothing can save you

Apologive to mother earth for the way that humans raped you

I race 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 disect your throat

I cut out the flesh the pieces are so big

I put 'em through a shredder and then i feed them to my pig

And i know the job will move a little slow

But the harvest is in and i'mma reap what we sow