Otep - Bible Belt lyrics
[Otep - Bible Belt lyrics]
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
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