The Harvest - Childers, Tyler

when the triggers moving backwards and the pin hits the shell, when my soul sinks slowly into the warm pits of hell, won't you tell my baby sister that i'll be back in the fall, cause it's better to have false hope than no hope at all, and i'll be meeting with my savior to go over my foolish deeds, when he asks me why i did it lord i'll blame it on the seed, cause it didn't grow in like i planned and when it did it all went dry, and i couldn't stand to hear the pain of a small baby crying, well i remember in the graveyards well i used to read the names, and i wondered when the good lord would take my soul away, well i wonder if he planned it to happen like this at all, with the shot heard halfway cross the world and my sins on the wall, and i'll be meeting with my savior to go over my foolish deeds, when he asks me why i did it lord i'll blame it on the seed, cause it didn't grow in like i planned and when it did it all went dry, and i couldn't stand to hear the pain of a small baby crying, and they'll tell me i'm a bad man but they never seen the sight, of a baby wailing in it's crib and ripping apart the night, is a small baby crying