They Pray With Snakes [remix] Lyrics - Punkinhed - Boondox

I can hear them screaming through the forest at night [echoes] 

Snakes [repeat and echoes] 

In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away 

In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray 

A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut 

By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood 

The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell 

On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bells 

They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed 

In the pews the congragation sits a hundred days rotted 

Suffering is all around the stench of death in the air 

Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care 

Its just an everyday life and a normal routine 

People walking right by, but never notice the screams 

A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations 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 thru the forest at night! 

They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! 

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! 

They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! 

Was it a curse or a sickness that raised in the minds, 

of these sacreligous hillbillies raised with the swine? 

No remorse in the soul and their hearts pitch black 

thirsty for the blood hound murder contact 

Feasting on the brains of the ones they call sinners 

Cousin cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner 

In a barn on a meat hook bodies are hanging, 

in a cellar by a chain more bodies are swinging! 

And in the fields like a scene from a no parking lot 

Abandoned for so many years cars start to rot 

And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep 

all the bones and belongings all piled in a heep 

Ungodly sounds of torture echo thru the trees 

The screams of suffering still blowing in the breeze 

Not on any map undiscovered, never surveyed 

the secrets of a small town kept locked away... 

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! 

They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! 

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! 

They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! 

(On just about any warm afternoon you can find a weathered looking white haired man wondering 

the hills searching for poisonous snakes, not to kill, but to bring back with him... to 

church...he is a serpent handler) 

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! 

They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind! 

I can hear them screaming thru the forest at night! 

They pray with snakes... and they poison my mind