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.
Came at you in silence, my back at the wall.
"I've seen those nights where you binge and purge"
Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours
Counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
"it's just a diet, I've kept it quiet. Even if you told all my family and
Friends they would never believe it."
I think you're right. I can't believe it too
That it's you, but it's you.
My problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave,
I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for advice.
Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail
As it's frame.
You know I'd leave it alone.
We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures
Ever-so-slender
Taking control, oh. oh, what a nice, nice thing.
Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave
And heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist.
Point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous
Then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it alone.
"I've seen those nights where you binge and purge"
Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours
Counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
"it's just a diet, I've kept it quiet. Even if you told all my family and
Friends they would never believe it."
I think you're right. I can't believe it too
That it's you, but it's you.
My problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave,
I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for advice.
Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail
As it's frame.
You know I'd leave it alone.
We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures
Ever-so-slender
Taking control, oh. oh, what a nice, nice thing.
Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag and heave
And heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist.
Point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous
Then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it alone.
Lyrics submitted by anelectricslave
Numbers Lyrics as written by Paris Wells Duval A. Clear
Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
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Best song on this record, phenominal.