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.
I can feel the ache and
I can feel it breaking
One hand on the head
One hand on the bed
Breathing in the blankness
Breathing in the blank shots
One hand on the head
One hand on the bed
I can't focus on the haze
I'm still choking on the craving
Waiting for the only sound
I haven't heard
Hoping this is as low
As we can get
Wading in the images
We're soon to forget
And I may be out of it
But I'm still into you
I'm born dead, I'm born again
I can feel the ache and
I can feel it breaking
Come towards the call
With no poison crawling
Absorb absorb absorb
Shut down
No short lines and
Only short lies
Count them backwards
In four words
Or less or more
I can't focus on the haze
I'm still choking on the craving
Waiting for the only sound
I haven't heard
Hoping this is as low
As we can get
Wading in the images
We're soon to forget
I may be out of it
But I'm still into you
I'm born dead, I'm born again
I can feel the ache and
I can feel it breaking
I can feel it breaking
One hand on the head
One hand on the bed
Breathing in the blankness
Breathing in the blank shots
One hand on the head
One hand on the bed
I can't focus on the haze
I'm still choking on the craving
Waiting for the only sound
I haven't heard
Hoping this is as low
As we can get
Wading in the images
We're soon to forget
And I may be out of it
But I'm still into you
I'm born dead, I'm born again
I can feel the ache and
I can feel it breaking
Come towards the call
With no poison crawling
Absorb absorb absorb
Shut down
No short lines and
Only short lies
Count them backwards
In four words
Or less or more
I can't focus on the haze
I'm still choking on the craving
Waiting for the only sound
I haven't heard
Hoping this is as low
As we can get
Wading in the images
We're soon to forget
I may be out of it
But I'm still into you
I'm born dead, I'm born again
I can feel the ache and
I can feel it breaking
Lyrics submitted by Mopnugget
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it tears apart