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.
The truth about me, is that nothing ever written about me is true
All those press head dims with their minds so slim
How could they begin, to even begin
When they have not the scope, to be more
than the joke that amuses us
Desperate for a new sensation, another stunning revelation
Another black and white creation, pulling into your station
I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way
I don't believe you
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
The dumb little jerk, with his mind up my skirt
Pen in his hand as he rolls in the dirt
That he pretends to despise
But never really understood why
Then you say I can't wear dresses like that
Clothes that I chose that don't fit your view
Of how I should be, of how you see me
I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way
I don't believe you
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
Honestly ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind
Ain't words or rhyme, if ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind
I don't believe you
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
I don't believe you
All those press head dims with their minds so slim
How could they begin, to even begin
When they have not the scope, to be more
than the joke that amuses us
Desperate for a new sensation, another stunning revelation
Another black and white creation, pulling into your station
I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way
I don't believe you
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
The dumb little jerk, with his mind up my skirt
Pen in his hand as he rolls in the dirt
That he pretends to despise
But never really understood why
Then you say I can't wear dresses like that
Clothes that I chose that don't fit your view
Of how I should be, of how you see me
I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way
I don't believe you
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
No, no, don't believe the type
Honestly ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind
Ain't words or rhyme, if ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind
I don't believe you
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
Don't believe the type
I don't believe you
Lyrics submitted by Major Valor
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