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.
[Doctor:]
Test, check. Well, he's been released again today, and I'm going back where I started.
Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad I potentially messed up this time.
The wounds seem to be healing, and he seems to be getting along
without his appendages, and I know he seems fine,
But seems can be a very dangerous word, especially in this business, it can be fatal.
Initial Diagnosis: Catatonic. And I know he's back there somewhere,
but there's just no response whatsoever, to any kind of stimulus.
We'll start him with medication tomorrow, for sure.
This mans tragedy has made him a prisoner in his own body.
And it's not just tragedy, it's dementia, despair;
it's this hole I can see in each of his eyes,
where all the events that happen in this real world kind of just fall through.
It's loneliness in it's most crippling form, the kind that no amount of love,
or human contact, could ever mend.
The patient was plagued by violent nightmares, terrible, deeply troubling dreams,
which one night overflowed in to reality, and he murdered his wife, in his sleep.
These people were in love, deeply in love.
And it's that love filling those holes that I can now see behind his eyes.
And it's my job to try and fill those holes with something else.
But what? Hope? I can try to fill those holes with drugs, soothing words, but that's all.
I hope his wounds will heal in time, but right now, things aren't looking good.
[Boys Night Out:]
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
[Patient:]
The lines around my wrists, the infection seems to be getting better.
It's in the center of my torso, behind my eyes and in the back of my head.
Something is eating me alive from the inside out.
[Doctor:]
Well that's grief of your loss.
[Patient:]
Don't tell me what it is.
Test, check. Well, he's been released again today, and I'm going back where I started.
Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad I potentially messed up this time.
The wounds seem to be healing, and he seems to be getting along
without his appendages, and I know he seems fine,
But seems can be a very dangerous word, especially in this business, it can be fatal.
Initial Diagnosis: Catatonic. And I know he's back there somewhere,
but there's just no response whatsoever, to any kind of stimulus.
We'll start him with medication tomorrow, for sure.
This mans tragedy has made him a prisoner in his own body.
And it's not just tragedy, it's dementia, despair;
it's this hole I can see in each of his eyes,
where all the events that happen in this real world kind of just fall through.
It's loneliness in it's most crippling form, the kind that no amount of love,
or human contact, could ever mend.
The patient was plagued by violent nightmares, terrible, deeply troubling dreams,
which one night overflowed in to reality, and he murdered his wife, in his sleep.
These people were in love, deeply in love.
And it's that love filling those holes that I can now see behind his eyes.
And it's my job to try and fill those holes with something else.
But what? Hope? I can try to fill those holes with drugs, soothing words, but that's all.
I hope his wounds will heal in time, but right now, things aren't looking good.
[Boys Night Out:]
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist.
[Patient:]
The lines around my wrists, the infection seems to be getting better.
It's in the center of my torso, behind my eyes and in the back of my head.
Something is eating me alive from the inside out.
[Doctor:]
Well that's grief of your loss.
[Patient:]
Don't tell me what it is.
Lyrics submitted by horrible22
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??? my wrists, the infection seems the be getting better. it's in the center of my torso, behind my eyes. in the back of my head. something is eating me alive from the inside out.
Well thats greif. loss.
Dont tell me what it is.