Letra de 'The Harvest' de Amb

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