This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
A heroine, a deity
on heroin, or vanity
To jack their personality,
beyond normal humanity.
A crowd of massed humanity
bow and worship diligently.
He's built a loyal following
and they steer him thoroughly.
But jealous man plots from the pews,
no need for valid righteousness.
One slightly truthful word set free,
will turn the tides quite easily.
Our accusations need not be
what would bury mortal man.
The sins of our own deity are tiny,
but on these we stand.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
So once upon the podium,
a crucifix we then erect,
And nail our hero heartily,
hands and feet, we bind his neck.
The reasons for our worship fades,
our Idol drenched in his own blood,
Forgotten are the virtues that we,
valued beyond royalty.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
Such joy we dig his shallow grave,
anticipating pains to come.
We watch the wriggling dance of death,
and laugh light hearted at death's fun.
We pounded out the joyous light.
Our savior's buried now for years.
A legend now of time gone by,
A martyr of forgotten tears.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
on heroin, or vanity
To jack their personality,
beyond normal humanity.
A crowd of massed humanity
bow and worship diligently.
He's built a loyal following
and they steer him thoroughly.
But jealous man plots from the pews,
no need for valid righteousness.
One slightly truthful word set free,
will turn the tides quite easily.
Our accusations need not be
what would bury mortal man.
The sins of our own deity are tiny,
but on these we stand.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
So once upon the podium,
a crucifix we then erect,
And nail our hero heartily,
hands and feet, we bind his neck.
The reasons for our worship fades,
our Idol drenched in his own blood,
Forgotten are the virtues that we,
valued beyond royalty.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
Such joy we dig his shallow grave,
anticipating pains to come.
We watch the wriggling dance of death,
and laugh light hearted at death's fun.
We pounded out the joyous light.
Our savior's buried now for years.
A legend now of time gone by,
A martyr of forgotten tears.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
Lyrics submitted by sfo62
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@asortofdream: Honestly, after hearing some previous fans suddenly turn on their Person of Worship, this song seems extremely fitting.
Self explanitory. About how people build up heroes and messiahs and then tear them down.
Can you link me to that, asortofdream? I'd like to see Capt. Rob's comments on this song please.
The lyrics are not identical. The Bauhaus song's lyrics are:
In a crucifiction ecstasy Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me
Stigmata oh you sordid sight Stigmata in your splintered plight Look into your crimson orifice In holy remembrance In scarlet bliss
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum Father, son, and holy ghost Stigmata Martyr
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There is a Bauhaus song by the same name, but this is not a cover.
Actually, this song is a modified cover of the Bauhaus song by the same name. Most of the lyric is identicle, and Abney Park did start as a goth/industrial/pagan band, so its not surprising that they covered both Bauhaus and Dead can Dance (I am Streatched on Your Grave).