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.
Is this what I wish for those and all they know?
Could depend on how coward I should act
(From hell or does come it from within?)
If she won't give me the love I came here for
With pen, I am armed here to react
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
So visit your mirror image
Of what might have once behaved
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
But I won't rest
Till dead, till dead do you part
This is how I feel my god from what's been dealt
The flies that flutter fight tonight
(From hell or does come it from within?)
Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same?
The emotion's enough to kill the sane
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
So visit your mirror image
Of what might have once behaved
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
Besides, I only hope you know that I love you
Oh, I hope
Feed, little maggots, off the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till they learn of what you did
Feed, little maggots, off the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till they learn of what you did
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
From start to finish, I've made you feel this
Uncomfort in turn, with the world you've learned
To love through this hate, to live with its weight
A burden discerned in the blood you taste
Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the brink of being
Horror and hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it better before me?
The curve of your body
How I want, how I want her with me
The truth of the story
The Vishual, I wish you all
The better end of all to come
The truth be now here, one by one
I am to you, extend to none
The memory to fuel the fire
Watching his tale with the words he unfolds
Conscience and cold, we'd never know
They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes
These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind
Could this be that hard for me?
To configure a new love in hate
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
No one is safe
With the quickness strike out, for the less of us doubt
The mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth
Word write us well signed, "Forgiveness for sale"
I'm through being full of all the might you want killed
The fiction will see the real
The answer will question still
In your body to blood as your parents once wept
You will follow their lead one by one, every step
Could this be that hard for me?
To configure a new love in hate
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
I will not save
Your world
Your world
In the end and you
Your world
Your world
Could depend on how coward I should act
(From hell or does come it from within?)
If she won't give me the love I came here for
With pen, I am armed here to react
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
So visit your mirror image
Of what might have once behaved
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
But I won't rest
Till dead, till dead do you part
This is how I feel my god from what's been dealt
The flies that flutter fight tonight
(From hell or does come it from within?)
Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same?
The emotion's enough to kill the sane
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
All the things that trouble you
So visit your mirror image
Of what might have once behaved
Hey now, hey now, what is it boy?
Besides, I only hope you know that I love you
Oh, I hope
Feed, little maggots, off the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till they learn of what you did
Feed, little maggots, off the west side of your sin
Run, little maggot, till they learn of what you did
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
(Feliz sería a qué hora)
From start to finish, I've made you feel this
Uncomfort in turn, with the world you've learned
To love through this hate, to live with its weight
A burden discerned in the blood you taste
Why would you deny me answers?
If I'm just a boy on the brink of being
Horror and hell through its fires
Be brutally honest, was it better before me?
The curve of your body
How I want, how I want her with me
The truth of the story
The Vishual, I wish you all
The better end of all to come
The truth be now here, one by one
I am to you, extend to none
The memory to fuel the fire
Watching his tale with the words he unfolds
Conscience and cold, we'd never know
They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes
These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind
Could this be that hard for me?
To configure a new love in hate
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
No one is safe
With the quickness strike out, for the less of us doubt
The mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth
Word write us well signed, "Forgiveness for sale"
I'm through being full of all the might you want killed
The fiction will see the real
The answer will question still
In your body to blood as your parents once wept
You will follow their lead one by one, every step
Could this be that hard for me?
To configure a new love in hate
To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
I will not save
Your world
Your world
In the end and you
Your world
Your world
Lyrics submitted by mercy_me, edited by Mellow_Harsher, Planets89, SirWilliam
Willing Well I: Fuel for the Feeding End Lyrics as written by Joshua Eppard Claudio Sanchez
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Best song on Good Apollo I. period.
Strongly disagree. Apollo II is so much better. So is Fear Through the Eyes of Madness. And Welcome Home. And Ten Speed. And just about every other song on the album is better than this.