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.
You gouge the right eye of your infants
And seat them high on a cloud
To gaze at one hand of your savior
Is their ignorance what you're so proud of?
You condemn the rind of an apple
As obstructing your conscience so white
You curse every rib of that first wicked soul
But pity yourself for your providential plight
I want fruit in my garden
A tart behind my wife
I want hell below heaven
I want death with my life
Isn't the option beautiful?
You admire your children's sheltered virtue
But they haven't yet raced through the dust and the heat
Don't mistake innocence for purity
I say put them on trial, cast them out on the street
Let's watch their superior reason
Compete with new appetite
I'll gamble my chips that they'll side with the devil
This is a fascinating sight
I want fruit in my garden
A tart behind my wife
I want hell below heaven
I want death with my life
Isn't the option beautiful?
Carnal tongues flashing in a whirlwind of passion
A perpetual complacency
Coveting chattel in spite of the means
A commune in landscape so green
Thick, juicy venison, straight to the ventricles
A mind and a body so clean
Jealousy driving to injure or kill
A temper eternally serene
I want fruit in my garden
A tart behind my wife
I want hell below heaven
I want death with my life
Isn't the option beautiful?
And seat them high on a cloud
To gaze at one hand of your savior
Is their ignorance what you're so proud of?
You condemn the rind of an apple
As obstructing your conscience so white
You curse every rib of that first wicked soul
But pity yourself for your providential plight
I want fruit in my garden
A tart behind my wife
I want hell below heaven
I want death with my life
Isn't the option beautiful?
You admire your children's sheltered virtue
But they haven't yet raced through the dust and the heat
Don't mistake innocence for purity
I say put them on trial, cast them out on the street
Let's watch their superior reason
Compete with new appetite
I'll gamble my chips that they'll side with the devil
This is a fascinating sight
I want fruit in my garden
A tart behind my wife
I want hell below heaven
I want death with my life
Isn't the option beautiful?
Carnal tongues flashing in a whirlwind of passion
A perpetual complacency
Coveting chattel in spite of the means
A commune in landscape so green
Thick, juicy venison, straight to the ventricles
A mind and a body so clean
Jealousy driving to injure or kill
A temper eternally serene
I want fruit in my garden
A tart behind my wife
I want hell below heaven
I want death with my life
Isn't the option beautiful?
Lyrics submitted by username72
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so what's this song about?? it' sounds nice