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    Boondox-Pray With The Snakes

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    Ken Park

    par Ken Park

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    1er single du premier album de boondox"the harvest"

    Lyrics:Pray With The Snakes

    In the belly of the beast the place is miles away
    In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
    A quiet seems with a ride stone shut
    By a string of children playing water flowin with blood
    The pastor stands on his bull-pit while preachin the hell
    On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bell
    They told twice for the missing and the recently departed
    In the pews the congregations' just a 100 days rotted
    Suffering is all around us, stinch 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 backwards philosiphy passed down in 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

    Chorus
    I can hear the screaming in the forest at night
    They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind
    I can hear the screaming through the forest at night
    They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind

    Verse 2:
    Well it occurs starts sickness that is raised in the minds
    Of these sac-religious hillbillies raised with the swine
    No remorse in the souls and the heart is pitched black
    Thirsty for the blood hound murdered contact
    Feasting on the brain of the ones they call sinners'
    Cousin Cletus in the kitchen carvin tore souls 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 of 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 treets
    The streets are suffering still blowing in the breeze
    Not on any map undiscovered never surveyed
    Secrets of a small town kept locked away

    Chorus repeated 'till end