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[00:18.180]There are nights
[00:19.920]So vacant and hushed
[00:26.940]I can feel the texture of my tattered soul moving within me
[00:37.170]Black tar
[00:40.110]Dripping
[00:41.130]Sticky and thick
[00:47.340]A soft
[00:48.330]Slow secretion of indifference slopping through the hollow suit I use as a body
[01:04.590]They say these are the words of a damaged mind
[01:16.440]But not I
[01:20.490]To me
[01:23.730]This is insurgency
[01:34.710]I used to dream of being inside the womb
[01:45.150]Fetal universe
[01:47.580]Black holes and emptiness
[01:52.860]Orbiting the massive planet of my mother's booming heart
[02:00.690]Tiny yolk body
[02:03.000]Tethered like an astronaut
[02:06.570]Adrift in the tranquil spume of desolate bliss
[02:12.660]Tiny fingers inching from chubby stems
[02:18.960]Reaching for that great thumping whoosh of blood
[02:23.340]And power that wobbles like a snarling god above me
[02:37.230]My fibrous head
[02:39.300]Translucent as a bell jar
[02:41.130]Would search with great staring eyes deep into the godless dark for a light
[02:53.760]For a sign
[02:59.370]For anything other than indifference
[03:07.350]But the universe would never oblige
[03:20.190]Look upon me：a daughter of a child and a monster
[03:29.880]Frozen without cold
[03:34.440]Feeling nothing
[03:38.160]Unsure
[03:41.430]Uninspired
[03:46.770]Veins full of air
[03:53.550]Soul fading into the umbra
[04:07.590]Who are they to say what is moral when they are broken
[04:21.540]Who are they to say anything about us
[04:27.360]All this
[04:35.130]All this
[04:39.420]And I want to sledgehammer
[04:40.410]And leave nothing but dust
[04:44.010]To dust
[04:44.430]To dust
[04:44.700]To dust
[04:52.080]Strangled by a Bible Belt
[05:02.670]Strangled by a Bible Belt
[05:03.810]Strangled by a Bible Belt
[05:07.680]Strangled by a Bible Belt
[05:12.630]Strangled by a Bible Belt
[05:16.500]Strangled by a Bible Belt