Bible Belt - Otep

There are nights
So vacant and hushed
I can feel the texture of my tattered soul moving within me
Black tar
Dripping
Sticky and thick
A soft
Slow secretion of indifference slopping through the hollow suit I use as a body
They say these are the words of a damaged mind
But not I
To me
This is insurgency
I used to dream of being inside the womb
Fetal universe
Black holes and emptiness
Orbiting the massive planet of my mother's booming heart
Tiny yolk body
Tethered like an astronaut
Adrift in the tranquil spume of desolate bliss
Tiny fingers inching from chubby stems
Reaching for that great thumping whoosh of blood
And power that wobbles like a snarling god above me
My fibrous head
Translucent as a bell jar
Would search with great staring eyes deep into the godless dark for a light
For a sign
For anything other than indifference
But the universe would never oblige
Look upon me：a daughter of a child and a monster
Frozen without cold
Feeling nothing
Unsure
Uninspired
Veins full of air
Soul fading into the umbra
Who are they to say what is moral when they are broken
Who are they to say anything about us
All this
All this
And I want to sledgehammer
And leave nothing but dust
To dust
To dust
To dust
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt