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.
Oh my love is that a vulture?
Don't tell me it's a vulture
Standing beside you
Do you see your own face in his eyes?
Do you see him like I do?
I used to be that, when you said you believed it,
I would believe it too.
It used to be that, when you said you were leaving,
I'd want to follow you,
But never where the dogs bark
And I remember praying at the dinner table
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back,
When you're able
Now I've a dream of you with half a face
And you take me to a rooftop and skin me,
Come on, Abel, are you going to skin me?
And use it as a mask to keep you in the dark,
When the shadow of the moon won't do,
Because on you, the moon is but a pearl,
Stolen from your mother's bedside,
The day you came into the world.
And still now I can hear the dogs bark.
And I remember praying at the dinner table,
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back
When you're able
Whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting,
Laying on the dinner table,
Waiting for you to hurt me
Come on, Abel, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.
Come on, Abel, cut me, cut me, serve me ('round the table).
And now it's laying on the table, waiting for you on the table
To carve it up and watch the spray go across the river-bed,
And sweet aromas fill the halls from all the bodies that came before
And that's the body I swear that's the body
I remember, was laying on the dinner table
When you came around, said, "You'll be doing fine when you're able."
Oh whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting, laying on the dinner table.
Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me,
Cut me, cut me, serve me.
Don't tell me it's a vulture
Standing beside you
Do you see your own face in his eyes?
Do you see him like I do?
I used to be that, when you said you believed it,
I would believe it too.
It used to be that, when you said you were leaving,
I'd want to follow you,
But never where the dogs bark
And I remember praying at the dinner table
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back,
When you're able
Now I've a dream of you with half a face
And you take me to a rooftop and skin me,
Come on, Abel, are you going to skin me?
And use it as a mask to keep you in the dark,
When the shadow of the moon won't do,
Because on you, the moon is but a pearl,
Stolen from your mother's bedside,
The day you came into the world.
And still now I can hear the dogs bark.
And I remember praying at the dinner table,
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back
When you're able
Whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting,
Laying on the dinner table,
Waiting for you to hurt me
Come on, Abel, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.
Come on, Abel, cut me, cut me, serve me ('round the table).
And now it's laying on the table, waiting for you on the table
To carve it up and watch the spray go across the river-bed,
And sweet aromas fill the halls from all the bodies that came before
And that's the body I swear that's the body
I remember, was laying on the dinner table
When you came around, said, "You'll be doing fine when you're able."
Oh whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting, laying on the dinner table.
Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me,
Cut me, cut me, serve me.
Lyrics submitted by orangeplastic, edited by culprit
Hurt Me Lyrics as written by Samuel Lockwood Nik Kaloper
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I feel like it's a relationship where something's gone wrong and so she still loves them but it's not the same and she knows it's wrong but can't help but let them hurt her anyway