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.
Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed
In the heart of the enduring?
'Cause when you opened that door, you knew
Well now, there'd be no returning
Or room to mourn what we have lost
Or to wait while the willing
As you're the hound of blood and rank
And boy, you've got another thing coming
Come on, come on, come on
You've got to give it to me (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
As though you wanted to (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
Come on and set me free, hey
I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song, no, no, no
Why the bother? You're no brother
You're the wrong I need
Boy, we all found an audience, while
You found the worst of me, you've got another thing
Put 'em up against the wall, now they're of no use to you
God, it's time for the curing
Only you're in for that big refuse
Surprise boy, this tide's come a-turning
No room to mourn what you have lost
Oh, no waiting while the willing
Poor little hound of blood and rank
Who deserves every ounce of what's coming
Come on, come on, come on
You've got to give it to me (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
As though you wanted to (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
Come on and set me free, hey
I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song, no, no, no
Why the bother? You're no brother
You're the wrong I need
Boy, we all found an audience, while
You found the worst of me, you've got another thing
Come on, come on, come on
You've got to give it to me (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
As though you wanted to (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
Come on and set me free, hey
I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song, no, no, no
Why the bother? You're no brother
You're the wrong I need
Boy, we all found an audience, while
You found the worst of me, you've got another thing
The wrong side of lying
Within the dust, we left you dying
If only words can keep you hiding
Well, go on, cowards we've offed you, cowards we've offed you
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
In the heart of the enduring?
'Cause when you opened that door, you knew
Well now, there'd be no returning
Or room to mourn what we have lost
Or to wait while the willing
As you're the hound of blood and rank
And boy, you've got another thing coming
Come on, come on, come on
You've got to give it to me (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
As though you wanted to (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
Come on and set me free, hey
I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song, no, no, no
Why the bother? You're no brother
You're the wrong I need
Boy, we all found an audience, while
You found the worst of me, you've got another thing
Put 'em up against the wall, now they're of no use to you
God, it's time for the curing
Only you're in for that big refuse
Surprise boy, this tide's come a-turning
No room to mourn what you have lost
Oh, no waiting while the willing
Poor little hound of blood and rank
Who deserves every ounce of what's coming
Come on, come on, come on
You've got to give it to me (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
As though you wanted to (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
Come on and set me free, hey
I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song, no, no, no
Why the bother? You're no brother
You're the wrong I need
Boy, we all found an audience, while
You found the worst of me, you've got another thing
Come on, come on, come on
You've got to give it to me (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
As though you wanted to (whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh oh)
Come on and set me free, hey
I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song, no, no, no
Why the bother? You're no brother
You're the wrong I need
Boy, we all found an audience, while
You found the worst of me, you've got another thing
The wrong side of lying
Within the dust, we left you dying
If only words can keep you hiding
Well, go on, cowards we've offed you, cowards we've offed you
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
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Aw of course. Though... I have no idea what you look like. Or even how old you are or anything. You could be like 83830 years old and I'd have NO idea. =]