I am the sum of everything I own caught scrapping and scraping at the table for what drops from the mouths of those who sit on our shoulders we have everything and we have nothing
I demand war for those who steal within the law state my name and my worth
I walk the streets lined with a thousand blind windows and I see my grace staring back at me
On the corner under boxes under careless smiles
with cracked skin he stretches an unwanted hand to me my divinity in spite of His
For the children of the priest, the artist and the CEO (all sold) at the strike of a gavel this paper dictates my soul apes with omnipotence gods with anuses
Its breath over head now on my face so warm and taking me in its grip I climb higher, I'm there now The lips; the teeth I take a deep breath and leap in
Rise, Moloch fear Moloch Dissolve me and prosper
Rise, Moloch Sweet Moloch
Explanation:
Throughout history we have devised multiple means to excel both ourselves and our group or kinship. One of the most enduring models has prevailed for its tangible and material nature:
The Capitalist model, which we set up as a death defying system, has provided us with a hierarchical structure with which to measure ourselves by. By Climbing to the top and beating the opposition to the apex we instate our control through material possessions and, even maybe, obtainable plans.
But accepting these tenants we also have to accept that this is based upon entirely subjective and arbitrary criterion. To pursue these ideas of wealth and, therefore, status we can stand on the shoulders of others but there is no roof to touch; no ending to this narrative of desire which can only end in suffering. To the man with just about everything to have less than someone wealthier can be a degrading thing. And to the man with everything who considers himself a God of the physical there can be no contentment for there is no limit.
Moloch has for a long time been a prominent figure in the critique of Capitalism. Films such as Fritz Lang's Metropolis and Allen Ginsberg's seminal and controversial poem Howl both mention Moloch as the all consuming beast which we willingly sacrifice ourselves to. Yet, once we have scaled the body; up to the head and stared down into the mouth of the beast only then do we realise the reality of our mammonistic endeavours.
The quote in this song is taken from a speech by Dr. James Dobson. This should be taken with a pinch of salt. Dobson is an Evangelical Christian and his critique of materialism perhaps stems from his theological background. He could then therefore be considered a victim of his own terror managment via religion. It was included as I felt it served a purpose within the context of this song but holds no sympathies with his personal religion and politics. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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