Song Analyzation Begun Yet Again
Music is my life. I dont know how to live without it. It gives me hope, makes me sad, makes me happy, proud, etc. Every emotion a human being has is found within the music, within the soul. Music becomes a part of you striking the most intimate parts. The intimate parts that not even your significant other can touch or begin
to understand. For me, its life. Its all the good things, all the bad things, and all the emotional expression I need to survive. It affects me in ways things have never affected me. Sometimes I cry, get angry, or flat out want to die. THen sometimes, I dance, scream, sing, or fling about the room as a butterfly. Music is me. This is the reason I bring back the analyzation. Two people can listen to a song and it mean something different to each person. These are my interpretations, truth, and emotions. Take it for what it is.
Otep
Nein
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine [x3]
I will tell you a story
That's never been told
I wll tell you a secret
Five lifetimes old
My life has been a prison
A labyrinth built beneath the mountain of tragedy
I'm a stain on the cloth
I'm just an after-thought
But I
Would die
For this
But through the veins of decay
I'll remain to betray
To live like Caesar
To die like Jesus
To build my own religion
No gods, no laws
To celebrate pain
Forsaken and ashamed
To watch them all
Crawl beneath us
On this bed of nails and regret
Dying of fevers, betrayal, and sweat
I cry
My organs are rotting
My enemies are plotting
I am made of pages
Paragraphs and inspirations
Paper girl, burn the world
I pass the flame to you
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him [x4]
Murder, mayhem, fuck her, slay them
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine [x2]
My pain
My misery has been formulated into an equation of nein
My sanity wrote a suicide note but
One of us is illiterate
And the other is blind
My first act of treason was picking up a pen
My
First act of love was
Finding myself again
The hardest thing to do
Was standing up to you
Now I'm off my knees
Now you're begging me please
I'm the wound and the weapon
The fracture and the
Fist
My organs are rotting
My enemies are plotting
I am made of pages
Paragraphs and inspirations
Paper girl, burn the world
I pass the flame to you
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him [x4]
Murder, mayhem, fuck her, slay them
That stabbing in your heart
That black hole in your soul
Slowly ripping you apart
That's me [x2]
So let it be written
So let it be done
The brighter they shine
The darker
We
Become
For some reason, this song is me in so many ways. Originally, I was quite livid when I read the song as it wasnt intended to be a song about me nor was it a song introduced to me in good graces. Actually, quite the opposite. After brooding over the lyrics for a while, I bought the CD. I placed the song on repeat and listened until my brain was sore. I am chaotic, destructive, and sweet at the same time. My heart is being stabbed as a friendship has been taken without allowing me the understanding as to why. I write. Writing things out helps my emotions and lessens that chaotic side that I have. It lessens the swords and daggers I want to fly in her direction right now for not allowing me an explanation. I am this song. This song is my soul. It holds my life. However, it is her song. It holds her life. It holds how she feels about herself as well as me. It ends things. It begins things. Slowly it is ripping us apart. Just as the lyrics states. I hate it. Im not at piece that this song describes me. Im not at peace that it describes her. Furthermore, Im not even close at peace as to understanding how my friendship can be taken away so easily without a word even if deep inside my soul.....I know the Reason. Which brings into a play another song that is from the past, present, and now even future. I am the reason she is who she is, and vice versa. So, read the song. Delve into my soul. Dont hurt it as I cant take anymore right now. Enough is enough. Pain, betrayal, and darkness are common themes into the life I have lived or am living. It feels like everyday, every year....gets a little darker. In my wildest moments of despair and misery, I write to ease the pain. I scribble paragraphs to loosen the knife. I play songs to mend the wound. Art Saves.
I hope that these lyrics strike as strong a response as they have for me. I hope that they lead you to think and analyze the chaos in your own soul. I hope they soothe you. I pray that you are more at peace with the song than I am. However, I beg you to realize that art saves. Sometimes, all you can to calm yourself is to create. Create something beautiful.
to understand. For me, its life. Its all the good things, all the bad things, and all the emotional expression I need to survive. It affects me in ways things have never affected me. Sometimes I cry, get angry, or flat out want to die. THen sometimes, I dance, scream, sing, or fling about the room as a butterfly. Music is me. This is the reason I bring back the analyzation. Two people can listen to a song and it mean something different to each person. These are my interpretations, truth, and emotions. Take it for what it is.
Otep
Nein
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine [x3]
I will tell you a story
That's never been told
I wll tell you a secret
Five lifetimes old
My life has been a prison
A labyrinth built beneath the mountain of tragedy
I'm a stain on the cloth
I'm just an after-thought
But I
Would die
For this
But through the veins of decay
I'll remain to betray
To live like Caesar
To die like Jesus
To build my own religion
No gods, no laws
To celebrate pain
Forsaken and ashamed
To watch them all
Crawl beneath us
On this bed of nails and regret
Dying of fevers, betrayal, and sweat
I cry
My organs are rotting
My enemies are plotting
I am made of pages
Paragraphs and inspirations
Paper girl, burn the world
I pass the flame to you
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him [x4]
Murder, mayhem, fuck her, slay them
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine [x2]
My pain
My misery has been formulated into an equation of nein
My sanity wrote a suicide note but
One of us is illiterate
And the other is blind
My first act of treason was picking up a pen
My
First act of love was
Finding myself again
The hardest thing to do
Was standing up to you
Now I'm off my knees
Now you're begging me please
I'm the wound and the weapon
The fracture and the
Fist
My organs are rotting
My enemies are plotting
I am made of pages
Paragraphs and inspirations
Paper girl, burn the world
I pass the flame to you
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him [x4]
Murder, mayhem, fuck her, slay them
That stabbing in your heart
That black hole in your soul
Slowly ripping you apart
That's me [x2]
So let it be written
So let it be done
The brighter they shine
The darker
We
Become
For some reason, this song is me in so many ways. Originally, I was quite livid when I read the song as it wasnt intended to be a song about me nor was it a song introduced to me in good graces. Actually, quite the opposite. After brooding over the lyrics for a while, I bought the CD. I placed the song on repeat and listened until my brain was sore. I am chaotic, destructive, and sweet at the same time. My heart is being stabbed as a friendship has been taken without allowing me the understanding as to why. I write. Writing things out helps my emotions and lessens that chaotic side that I have. It lessens the swords and daggers I want to fly in her direction right now for not allowing me an explanation. I am this song. This song is my soul. It holds my life. However, it is her song. It holds her life. It holds how she feels about herself as well as me. It ends things. It begins things. Slowly it is ripping us apart. Just as the lyrics states. I hate it. Im not at piece that this song describes me. Im not at peace that it describes her. Furthermore, Im not even close at peace as to understanding how my friendship can be taken away so easily without a word even if deep inside my soul.....I know the Reason. Which brings into a play another song that is from the past, present, and now even future. I am the reason she is who she is, and vice versa. So, read the song. Delve into my soul. Dont hurt it as I cant take anymore right now. Enough is enough. Pain, betrayal, and darkness are common themes into the life I have lived or am living. It feels like everyday, every year....gets a little darker. In my wildest moments of despair and misery, I write to ease the pain. I scribble paragraphs to loosen the knife. I play songs to mend the wound. Art Saves.
I hope that these lyrics strike as strong a response as they have for me. I hope that they lead you to think and analyze the chaos in your own soul. I hope they soothe you. I pray that you are more at peace with the song than I am. However, I beg you to realize that art saves. Sometimes, all you can to calm yourself is to create. Create something beautiful.