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.
Looking through your window, a million miles from me
My ears are bleeding from the silence, echoing like rain
I cannot see, leaping from your window, the fall
To set me free. A leap of faith is all I ask. Remove
Myself from all that used to be. Now I'm here
for all to see, everything torn out of me, too
Late to drown in all my doubt. Too much too
Late to sort things out: when the clock is
Ticking. A twisted face I see, my sight is blinded
By the darkness, it doesn't mean a fucking thing
To me, turning from my window. Nothing phases me
I built this perfect little hellhole. It seems to
Be the perfect place for me, now I'm here for
All to see. Everything torn out of me, too late
To drown in all my doubt too much too late to
Sort things out
My ears are bleeding from the silence, echoing like rain
I cannot see, leaping from your window, the fall
To set me free. A leap of faith is all I ask. Remove
Myself from all that used to be. Now I'm here
for all to see, everything torn out of me, too
Late to drown in all my doubt. Too much too
Late to sort things out: when the clock is
Ticking. A twisted face I see, my sight is blinded
By the darkness, it doesn't mean a fucking thing
To me, turning from my window. Nothing phases me
I built this perfect little hellhole. It seems to
Be the perfect place for me, now I'm here for
All to see. Everything torn out of me, too late
To drown in all my doubt too much too late to
Sort things out
Lyrics submitted by FireKraken
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