Otep. Buried Alive. Zeneszám

I speak in verses
Prophecies, and curses
I speak in verses
Prophecies, and curses, I hate my life

No miracle is coming
Hate you
It's just a hole
Hate you

Nothing's wrong with you
Hate you
Must maintain control
Hate you

Everyone's asking questions
No place is safe
I'll forfeit resurrection
To escape this pain

I hate my life
I hate my life
I hate my life
I hate my life

I hate my life
I hate my life
I hate my life
I hate my life

I speak in verses
Prophecies and curses

This storm of thorns is growing
Hate me
There's no end in sight
Hate me

Chaos claws my jaw
Hate me
And incites a mental riot
Hate me

I'm in the mouth of madness
With a tongue of poetry
I ate the spine of atlas
Now the world is crushing me

I hate my life
I hate my life
I hate my life
I hate my life

I hate my life
I hate my life

Buried alive behind enemy lines
Surrogate child
For the sins of all mankind
Hate

Buried alive behind enemy lines
Buried alive, buried alive
Buried alive behind enemy lines
Buried alive, buried alive

Buried alive behind enemy lines
Buried alive, buried alive
For the sins of all mankind