Bible Belt - Otep

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