I named the Skype account before my current one after this song. After a chat with Rich Godwin tonight I see more clearly my connection to this song and offer this analysis of the lyrics: The future is gnashing its endless teeth As it lumbers towards our drunk king His god is reckless, his faith is bold In a home with parents drunk with the pleasure they derive from sadism any future contains their gnashing teeth of sadism. The future only leads to the father and I will throw in the mother because she is rightly in there also. These parents that live as king and queen lording over their children dolling out their sadism have reckless faith in their ability to get away with their transgressions. Since they do not see their children as real people, they are not afraid of the gods (unconscious and conscience) of their children. He spits his rabid grace on a Panicked court, were lost Our place in time These parents spew out their venomous language assured of their special place in the eyes of the social god that they bow down to. The children are panicked because all they see is the vacuum of the social circles that these kind of dysfunctional monsters run in. Their very selves become lost in the fabric of space-time where the gods of their parents reign in legion. It breeds this maddening thought that We wont be stopped That this century bleeds like the last That the future folds in our hands Brutalized, the children eventually inch towards giving up and taking on their parents personalities and either enact as perpetrators what they suffered or they do nothing as deniers of the perpetual victimization. They begin to accept the sovereignty of the savage brutal gods of history that pass down through the cycle of violence and denial. After so much accumulation of abuse and blind-eyes, they get closer to themselves prostrating before the altar of blood, embracing the darkness behind the closed doors of denial. Take, we take, we take Each chance to run wild As time fades, we dont change Run straight into fire The children rebel and rebel and run wild thrashing about in their reactive nihilism. But they misplace their aggressive rebellion with each trigger, each chance to run down the path of history and sort it out and change. As they harden and solidify in their unresolved historical patterns, the inevitability of time finalizes for them the avoided choice to change the course of history. They dont change. Misguided, they accept with finality the compulsive desire to surrender to blind misguided rage and from now on only know destruction. https://youtube/watch?v=TqGU6YuBjOc
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 02:15:28 +0000