I can hear them screaming through the forest at night [echoes]
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Snakes [repeat and echoes]
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In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away
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In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
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A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut
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By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood
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The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell
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On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells
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They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
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In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted
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Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air
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Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
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Its just an everyday life and a normal routine
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People walking right by, but never notice the screams
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A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these
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pages
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of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
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a place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
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I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
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They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
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I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
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They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
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Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds,
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of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine?
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No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black
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thirsty for the blood hound murder contact
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Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners
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Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
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In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging,
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in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging!
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And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot
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Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot
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And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
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all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep
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Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees
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The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze
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Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed
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the secrets of a small town kept locked away...
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I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
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They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
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I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
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They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
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(On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering
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the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him... to
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church...he is a serpent handler)
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I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
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They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind!
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I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night!
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They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind
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They Pray With Snakes (Remix)
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| Boondox |
