The Harvest
Boondox Lyrics

Its the time for the harvest
It's time to reap the crops

Time of the harvest
The seasons go by and it's time to collect the crops

Its the time of the harvest
The time when the crops are ready to be collected

Your time
The time for you to reap what you sow and face the consequences of your actions

My ride broke down on a mountain of dust im lost
I am stranded in a remote location

With nobody around i cant fuck with the cost
I have no help and cannot afford the expenses

Of the cell phone or tow truck or even the cops
Even calling for help or reporting to the authorities is not an option

Nobody gonna find me untill my cold heart stopps
I am alone and may face a grim end

I started walkin' and all of a suddent the sky became rain
I faced an unexpected challenge during my journey

Seen a house on the way looked fuckin' insane
I encountered a strange and unsettling house

With no windows or locks so i stepped inside the room
I entered the house despite the lack of security measures

Anything can really happen so im trying to leave soon
I am aware of the potential danger and want to leave as soon as possible

And then i seen a blade
I came across a weapon

Hangin' down from the wall theres no explaination for the crazy shit i saw
There was a strange and unexplained item on the wall

Got me trippin' but i reached for the steel anyway
Despite the unsettling situation, I still picked up the weapon

Thats all i can say because after that day
I am unable to continue the story beyond that point

They say too many peopole died at that main highway
There have been many unfortunate incidents on that road

I guessed i murdered them all when im possesed by the blade
I feel responsible for the unfortunate events and believe the weapon is responsible

So they lockin my up for life and now im gone
I am incarcerated for the rest of my life

And the only thing on my mind is what i did wrong
I am remorseful and trying to come to terms with my actions

When i feel i got the urge to kill
I have the overwhelming desire to commit murder

As if for real i draw a blank and then i reachin for steel
I become numb and the only thing I can think of is picking up a weapon

The sharpest razor blades that made my first rate
I prefer to use the sharpest and deadliest of weapons

Hands of full believers full of murder and hate
My hands are consumed by the desire to kill and hate

Used by many souls, many years on the crops
The weapon has been used to harm many people over the years

Slicin through dicing thought wheat and corn spots
The weapon has been used to harm people in farming communities

But when i grab it something happens that hears all of my confessions
When I hold the weapon, I become possessed and confess my sins

Takin' control of my emotions like a demon possession
I feel like I am being controlled by a demon when I hold the weapon

No remorse in my heart for the things it made me do
I have no feelings of guilt for the harm I have caused

All the blood that was shead like it wasnt even true
The violence and deaths seem unreal and surreal

Wake up in cold sweat sheets covered in red
I have nightmares about my violent actions

Then the flashbacks hit me of all the sould that we bled
I experience vivid flashbacks of the carnage I have caused

Was it true? Did i do all these things in my brain?
I question whether the events were real or just in my head

Was the slingblade curse or was i going insane?
I question whether the weapon itself is cursed or if I am crazy

I ran out the front door and just looked all around
I departed from the scene of the crime

100 headless corprses' laying all over the ground
There were numerous headless bodies scattered around

Got it in my hands and a feelin' rush though
I hold the weapon and feel a rush of adrenaline

Aint nobody know what to do when my slingblade fucks you
No one knows how to react when I use the weapon

Cuts through with a 1,2
The weapon cuts through flesh with ease

I drop poison on my airplane when i crop dust you
I poison my crops from above to ensure a good harvest

And that means that nothing can save you
Once I have chosen my victims, there is no hope for them

Apologive to Mother Earth for what the humans bring you
I apologize to the earth for the damage humans have caused

I raise through the fields and chase you
I pursue my victims through the fields

With fast pace your back breaks When the sight takes you
I quickly catch up to my victim and kill them

Then i drag you back by the hair to my shack
I take the victim back to my home

Button up my coat and disect your throat
I prepare to cut and dismember the victim's body

I cut out the flesh the pieces are so big
I remove the flesh from the body and it is a large amount

I put 'em through a shredder then i feed them to my pig
I dispose of the victim's remains by feeding them to my pig

And i know the job move a little slow
The process of killing and disposing of the body is slow and meticulous

But the heart is dissend and imma sweep what we sew
The process may be gruesome, but it is what must be done