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.
They sling our marrow like its fodder
Mortaring morticious brothers
We'll never get out of this place alive
if these walls these walls keep closing
into practiced chains of blather
Bubbling a thick blood lather
Washboard ribs and broken cribs
These walls these walls keep closing in
Nana na na na na
Fear just fell from a loaded sleeve
fluent in the tongue of greed
A master at the art of sleaze
who's walls Who's walls are a fiendish grin
of rotten desolation
Paranoid isolation
Fueling our blood stained machines
the bells of free-dumb liberty
the smell of gunshot bitter sweet
These walls these walls keep closing in
Oh where do we begin our dismantling?
We call on all to sing!
These walls keep closing in
Oh where do we begin our dismantling?
We call on all to sing!
Nana na na na na
Canisters of feigned dissent
They load our bodies into them
The prize surprise its eating at your eyes
and drawing down them shades
made out of skin
it's kin eating kin
Cogs living in the burning city
When will this day ever end?
Will the words from within break down this wall?
Our fall This wall!!
Will this dust ever settle
Even better now the sky is bent?
I got a a stomach full of fingernails
and another's femur on my head
Will this dust ever settle
Even better now the sky is bent?
I got a a stomach full of fingernails
and another's femur on my head
Eyeballs plug the mouths like hoses
scared of all the not-me noses
poking into our daydreams while in the distance glistening
that wall of bones that holds our tongues in
scared of all the taste bud rows of
hands that speak to you and me
that sign RIVOLTA SILENZIOSA!
These walls keep closing in
Oh where do we begin our dismantling?
We call on all to sing!
Mortaring morticious brothers
We'll never get out of this place alive
if these walls these walls keep closing
into practiced chains of blather
Bubbling a thick blood lather
Washboard ribs and broken cribs
These walls these walls keep closing in
Nana na na na na
Fear just fell from a loaded sleeve
fluent in the tongue of greed
A master at the art of sleaze
who's walls Who's walls are a fiendish grin
of rotten desolation
Paranoid isolation
Fueling our blood stained machines
the bells of free-dumb liberty
the smell of gunshot bitter sweet
These walls these walls keep closing in
Oh where do we begin our dismantling?
We call on all to sing!
These walls keep closing in
Oh where do we begin our dismantling?
We call on all to sing!
Nana na na na na
Canisters of feigned dissent
They load our bodies into them
The prize surprise its eating at your eyes
and drawing down them shades
made out of skin
it's kin eating kin
Cogs living in the burning city
When will this day ever end?
Will the words from within break down this wall?
Our fall This wall!!
Will this dust ever settle
Even better now the sky is bent?
I got a a stomach full of fingernails
and another's femur on my head
Will this dust ever settle
Even better now the sky is bent?
I got a a stomach full of fingernails
and another's femur on my head
Eyeballs plug the mouths like hoses
scared of all the not-me noses
poking into our daydreams while in the distance glistening
that wall of bones that holds our tongues in
scared of all the taste bud rows of
hands that speak to you and me
that sign RIVOLTA SILENZIOSA!
These walls keep closing in
Oh where do we begin our dismantling?
We call on all to sing!
Lyrics submitted by Tokabi
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I found them the same way, Tokabi, and no-one can blame you. I fell in love with this song, it's now on my MySpace page, and I cannot get enough of it. It's refreshing, vibrant, and brilliant!
But the Dolls still own my heart
I just listened to the song and the stomach full of fingernails isn't in the song so the lyrics are wrong do not ruin the lyrics with crap that isn't in the song plz