Otep - Livestock lyrics

It began with a pen
In my hand stabbed
In the center of chaos
To write out the light that lives within me
That sought to break the darkness
Eating me alive

For hours I would sit dreaming, drawing
Writing, believing

My arm in a sling one eye swollen shut

Whispering there would be a way out
There must be a way out

Focused on the paper
On the floor that held me
Heavy as a stone in the corner
Of that tiny room floating on a river
Of Imagination

Isolated on my knees
Seeded in the soil with girls
Younger than I holding their backs
Arching puffed bellies
Stuffed full with their infected children

Celestial incest terrestrial insects

We slept in boxes that doubled as coffins
Because some were smart enough
To die

But not I stubborn little cyclops

I was destined
To fight