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.
Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind
Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone
In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
Worshiped by anyone's mass on our planet Hell
What on earth possessed you?
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions
Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedeviled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
Worshiped by anyone's mass on our planet Hell
What on earth possessed you?
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Left are the kings of the carnival creation
Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamor
Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind
Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone
In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
Worshiped by anyone's mass on our planet Hell
What on earth possessed you?
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions
Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedeviled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
Worshiped by anyone's mass on our planet Hell
What on earth possessed you?
Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Left are the kings of the carnival creation
Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamor
Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted
Lyrics submitted by Phrozenspite, edited by OmnipotentIdiot
Kings of the Carnival Creation Lyrics as written by STIAN TOMT THORESEN, SVEN ATLE KOPPERUD, TOM RUNE ANDERSEN ORRE
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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@Morbidturmoil All very well said and all, but if that's really so, there comes a question in mind: What's the purpose of our existence, then? If there were no God(s) who created us on first place, then why are we here on earth? And if, on the other hand, there WAS a Satan-being, what makes him any more real than the God of good? What's the purpose of Satanism, extolling the evil over the good, when that's exactly what pulls us even further down? That's a religion for losers, for those who give up fighting against their evil nature. Don't get me wrong. I like the music, and certain parts of the song's message: not to deny our evil nature, and not play a masquerade about our own imperfections, and etc. But that's no reason to give into them, and lose yourself in total degradation and self-destruction. What makes us any better than the common beast then? There's a beast living inside us, but we're not simply it: we're that & something more than it. Otherwise, there's no point in humanity, there's no point in our existence. That's why I don't get the Satanists.