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.
Can you answer me one question, please? Can you tell me is she alright, physically, without her medicine?
She had been drinking over two gallons of water per hour...
Did sweet daddy die square on your birthday?
Some macabre-ish attempts to see you rue the day
Or appear in the end and be happy he made it back
To be just in time to cut the cake and watch
You boil alive in your own butterscotch
His ghost might appear as a venomous backlash
His ghost might appear as a motive in fear
And everyone tells you there's nobody down there
In between the chinging glasses where
They eat you up slow down to awkward again
Did sweet daddy die square on your birthday?
Some macabre-ish attempts to see you rue the day
Here again
So here comes the bride
And out stretch the hands
To one to chop and cut clean
And here come the chefs
Ante up the bets
See how long it'll be
Out come the knives
Down swings the ax
To one to sharp it all in
So here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
And out stretch the hands
To one to chop and cut clean
And here come the chefs
Ante up the bets
See how long it'll be
Out come the knives
Down swings the ax
To one to sharp it all in
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
She had been drinking over two gallons of water per hour...
Did sweet daddy die square on your birthday?
Some macabre-ish attempts to see you rue the day
Or appear in the end and be happy he made it back
To be just in time to cut the cake and watch
You boil alive in your own butterscotch
His ghost might appear as a venomous backlash
His ghost might appear as a motive in fear
And everyone tells you there's nobody down there
In between the chinging glasses where
They eat you up slow down to awkward again
Did sweet daddy die square on your birthday?
Some macabre-ish attempts to see you rue the day
Here again
So here comes the bride
And out stretch the hands
To one to chop and cut clean
And here come the chefs
Ante up the bets
See how long it'll be
Out come the knives
Down swings the ax
To one to sharp it all in
So here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
And out stretch the hands
To one to chop and cut clean
And here come the chefs
Ante up the bets
See how long it'll be
Out come the knives
Down swings the ax
To one to sharp it all in
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Here comes the bride
Lyrics submitted by artslut
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I always interpreted it as the narrator trying to repent of an awful deed he committed in the past, possibly even murder. The whole album is basically about guilt, anger, and revenge. More positively, you could see it as the character's return to sanity, possibly do to a tragic event befalling their family (did sweet daddy die, here comes the bride).