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.
Alright
I laid down
And I drank the poison then I passed the fuck out
Now let me tell you 'bout the good life
I have a million different kinds of fun
When I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one
Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If you come over tonight we can travel through time
We can sleep on the ceiling and creep under black lights
I have a million different girls that hide under my bed
And when I let them out they treat me right
Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist
You were screaming till the police came
Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
(Fuck it!)
If it's the end of the world
If it's the end of the world
You and me should spend the rest of it in love
Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
Oh, no
I laid down
And I drank the poison then I passed the fuck out
Now let me tell you 'bout the good life
I have a million different kinds of fun
When I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one
Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If you come over tonight we can travel through time
We can sleep on the ceiling and creep under black lights
I have a million different girls that hide under my bed
And when I let them out they treat me right
Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist
You were screaming till the police came
Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
(Fuck it!)
If it's the end of the world
If it's the end of the world
You and me should spend the rest of it in love
Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
Oh, no
Lyrics submitted by JaySquared2
Disasterology Lyrics as written by Michael Fuentes Tom Denney
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It's 'travel through time'. Not 'sail'. :)
Yeah, I caught that a few days ago, but never got around to changing it. lol. It's changed now.