So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
Seed, gotta let it grow,
Why ya gotta watch when I let it feed?
Better look into the mirror
For the face you hide away, everyday
But I don't give a fuck
I let it roll
I smoke the old
Gotta run, gotta rend, gotta maim,
Gotta make it through another maze
Stay away!
Please, wring the blood from my hands
Don't pretend that you understand me
I don't even want you looking at me
Motherfucker, get inside!
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Christ, have you seen this guy?
Make ya sick, gonna peel away all the impurities
'Cause all you want to do is keep curin' me,
But I don't give a fuck I kill everyone
You'll be mopping up blood and guts
And all the shit when I'm done
Isn't this fun? gimme a gun
And I'll tell you all the secrets I hide
Before I run!
Please, wring the blood from my hands
Don't pretend that you understand me
I don't even want you looking at me
Motherfucker, get inside!
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Maybe if you look away,
I can slip away, gotta get away (run, motherfucker)
Right now I stare at shit, I'm a heretic,
But I'll never give you none of it
Tied up in the back of the lab, laid on the slab,
Got the gift of gab, what'chu want from me?
I don't even know I got a damn disease,
But I know you want to kill me!
Please, wring the blood from my hands
Don't pretend that you understand me
I don't even want you looking at me
Motherfucker, get inside!
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Why ya gotta watch when I let it feed?
Better look into the mirror
For the face you hide away, everyday
But I don't give a fuck
I let it roll
I smoke the old
Gotta run, gotta rend, gotta maim,
Gotta make it through another maze
Stay away!
Please, wring the blood from my hands
Don't pretend that you understand me
I don't even want you looking at me
Motherfucker, get inside!
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Christ, have you seen this guy?
Make ya sick, gonna peel away all the impurities
'Cause all you want to do is keep curin' me,
But I don't give a fuck I kill everyone
You'll be mopping up blood and guts
And all the shit when I'm done
Isn't this fun? gimme a gun
And I'll tell you all the secrets I hide
Before I run!
Please, wring the blood from my hands
Don't pretend that you understand me
I don't even want you looking at me
Motherfucker, get inside!
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Maybe if you look away,
I can slip away, gotta get away (run, motherfucker)
Right now I stare at shit, I'm a heretic,
But I'll never give you none of it
Tied up in the back of the lab, laid on the slab,
Got the gift of gab, what'chu want from me?
I don't even know I got a damn disease,
But I know you want to kill me!
Please, wring the blood from my hands
Don't pretend that you understand me
I don't even want you looking at me
Motherfucker, get inside!
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Get inside, get inside (motherfucker)
Lyrics submitted by Slip[6(sic)6]Knot
Get Inside Lyrics as written by Joel Ekman Corey Taylor
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Corey = Best singer in metal.