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.
In this unending war, I've lost so many brothers.
The coldest hours come before morning with every drop of blood
Spilled in this field of daggers.
Bring many sons of heaven to glory until your rains, oh God.
Bring forth your colored beauty, confirm the hopes of nations in longing.
I see a new day coming maybe tomorrow, whoa!
To the king of nothing.
I see a clean blood running,
Brothers of sorrow, here is your kingdom coming.
Spread wide your wings, oh God, relieve this scarlet fever.
Catch every tear of mothers in mourning.
Bring life to tired hopes buried in fields of flowers.
Bring many sons of battle to glory with every drop of blood.
Caged in this tired body, I long to bring my father to glory.
I see a new day coming maybe tomorrow, whoa!
To the king of nothing.
I see a clean blood running,
Brothers of sorrow, here is your kingdom coming.
He was and is.
He is and is to come.
He holds the key.
The coldest hours come before morning with every drop of blood
Spilled in this field of daggers.
Bring many sons of heaven to glory until your rains, oh God.
Bring forth your colored beauty, confirm the hopes of nations in longing.
I see a new day coming maybe tomorrow, whoa!
To the king of nothing.
I see a clean blood running,
Brothers of sorrow, here is your kingdom coming.
Spread wide your wings, oh God, relieve this scarlet fever.
Catch every tear of mothers in mourning.
Bring life to tired hopes buried in fields of flowers.
Bring many sons of battle to glory with every drop of blood.
Caged in this tired body, I long to bring my father to glory.
I see a new day coming maybe tomorrow, whoa!
To the king of nothing.
I see a clean blood running,
Brothers of sorrow, here is your kingdom coming.
He was and is.
He is and is to come.
He holds the key.
Lyrics submitted by LivingFlame
Field of Daggers Lyrics as written by Collin Rigsby Aaron James Babcock
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing
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