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.
Death of a culture
Saturday morning
Blood drying hard on the silver screen
And all your silver tongues
And all your culture industry
Sedate me, saturate me
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Out all night
Out all night
Out all night
Out all night
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Ultra vires
Ultra vires
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
News reeling round in a million directions
Another scandal, your drinking complexion
Lost all the ends, now
We’ve only got the means
Preaching sedition to the killing machines
Warning of a dead man
Talking to the dead man's feet
Walk into this death chant – WAR, WAR, WAR, WAR
And don’t you tire
Don’t you tire,
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Death of a culture
Saturday morning
Blood are you clean?
And yeah, my hands so clean
Sedate me, medicate me
Don’t you tire [X14]
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
News reeling round
in a million directions
Another scandal, your western complexion
Buying into all your expectations, exploitations, power relations Warning of a dead man
Talking to the dead man - speak
Walk into this death chant – WAR, WAR, WAR, WAR
And don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Death of a culture
Saturday morning
Blood drying hard on the silver screen
And all your silver tongues, and all your civil industries
Sedate me, medicate me
Don’t you tire [X30]
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t you tire [X14]
Warning of a dead man
Talking to the dead man's feet
Walk into this death chant – WAR, WAR, WAR, WAR
And don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Death of a culture
Saturday morning
Saturday morning
Blood drying hard on the silver screen
And all your silver tongues
And all your culture industry
Sedate me, saturate me
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Out all night
Out all night
Out all night
Out all night
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Ultra vires
Ultra vires
Don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
News reeling round in a million directions
Another scandal, your drinking complexion
Lost all the ends, now
We’ve only got the means
Preaching sedition to the killing machines
Warning of a dead man
Talking to the dead man's feet
Walk into this death chant – WAR, WAR, WAR, WAR
And don’t you tire
Don’t you tire,
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Death of a culture
Saturday morning
Blood are you clean?
And yeah, my hands so clean
Sedate me, medicate me
Don’t you tire [X14]
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
News reeling round
in a million directions
Another scandal, your western complexion
Buying into all your expectations, exploitations, power relations Warning of a dead man
Talking to the dead man - speak
Walk into this death chant – WAR, WAR, WAR, WAR
And don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Death of a culture
Saturday morning
Blood drying hard on the silver screen
And all your silver tongues, and all your civil industries
Sedate me, medicate me
Don’t you tire [X30]
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t you tire [X14]
Warning of a dead man
Talking to the dead man's feet
Walk into this death chant – WAR, WAR, WAR, WAR
And don’t you tire
Don’t you tire
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Death of a culture
Saturday morning
Lyrics submitted by azkm
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