Southern Gospel - Appalachia (Mama taught me how to spot a snake)

Like the darkness rising in Appalachia
All things must be purged
When they're not of truth
We were born just to die
The way things are
They can't stay like this
Forever it must be changing
If we believe it's cause we've yet to know
What it's like to feel alive
This is the matrix
This is the matrix
Mama taught me how to spot a snake
Pa taught me how to pull the trigger
Grampa taught me how to dig a grave
Always needed to make a little bit bigger
God taught me
That we are
A living breathing concept
Looking into a mirror of the mind
Like the darkness purged
From Appalachia
What if we can jsut make up our purpose
And that's what our lives are
Renovation
And we
Weren't born just to die
Only to be alive
We are the things that we think and carry
Throughout the days of our lives
The world moves slow motion
Like the darkness rising
In Appalachia
Mama taught me how to spot a snake
Pa taught me how to pull the trigger
Grampa taught me how to dig a grave
Always needed to make a little bit bigger
And everything opens up
Like portals up in that wall
Interdimensional thought process
That's what is all
Cause we're born in a generation
Where our televisions raised us
Like a train without them tracks
So the script is black
Paper dipped in ink
Born in a world where stupidity
Making ya famous
Using them furnaces of affliction
To release the bondages of contagion
The media lies and it's blatant
But we keep it on
The earth moves slow motion
But the world be spinning fast
You better live
Before them sands of times
Smothering out your laughs
We were born to love and dance
But somehow we forgot
And left the bliss in the past
Mama taught me how to spot a snake
Pa taught me how to pull the trigger
Grampa taught me how to dig a grave
Be proud of where you come from
It's what made you who you are
Mama taught me how to spot a snake
Pa taught me how to pull the trigger
Grampa taught me how to dig a grave
Mama taught me how to spot a snake
Pa taught me how to pull the trigger
Grampa taught me how to dig a grave
Mama taught me how to spot a snake
Pa taught me how to pull the trigger
Grampa taught me how to dig a grave
Always needed to make a little bit bigger

Written by:
Andy Wells

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