Lyrics Otep – Livestock

It began
With a pen
In my hand
Stabbed

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

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……