I was listening to the radio the other night, when "Master of Puppets" by Metallica came on. If you know anything about my taste in music, metal is not on good terms with me and I usually despise it in all its forms. But I was struck by the fact that this particular song is actually an effective portrait of what sin does to a person. Now, I do not think that this interpretation was intended by the members of Metallica, but I gained a new appreciation of this song after viewing it in that light. It's a good reminder of what I've been saved from, regardless of the intentions of the song's authors.
I'm your source of self-destruction.
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear,
Leading on your death's construction.
Taste me, you will see,
More is all you need.
You're dedicated to
How I'm killing you.
Come crawling faster,
Obey your master.
Your life burns faster,
Obey your master,
Master.
Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings.
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing.
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream,
Master, master.
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream,
Master, master.
Needlework the way, never you betray,
Life of death becoming clearer.
Pain monopoly, ritual misery,
Chop your breakfast on a mirror.
Taste me you will see,
More is all you need.
You're dedicated to
How I'm killing you.
Come crawling faster,
Obey your master.
Your life burns faster,
Obey your master,
Master.
Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings.
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing.
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream,
Master, master.
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream,
Master, master.
Master, master,
Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, master,
You promised only lies.
Laughter, laughter,
All I hear and see is laughter.
Laughter, laughter,
Laughing at my cries.
Fix me.
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat,
Just a rhyme without a reason.
Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days,
Now your life is out of season.
I will occupy,
I will help you die,
I will run through you,
Now I rule you, too.
Come crawling faster,
Obey your master.
Your life burns faster,
Obey your master.
Master.
Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings.
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing.
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream,
Master, master.
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream,
Master, master."
That is interesting. It's kinda weird when secular artists describe their confusing predicaments that well. I hate metal too. Of course, I'm one of those classical fanatics so...yeah.
ReplyDelete~Josi
Yeah, I'm not exactly sure of the original intent of the song, but it works for me.
ReplyDeleteHeh, nice to know that someone reads this thing regularly, haha.
I really enjoy reading your blog. It's quite insightful. I look forward to writing about more interesting subjects on my own blog once I get over all the events. *blech*
ReplyDeletewow, that's cool, while it's a good description of sin what it lacks is any feelings about that i mean the song just ends is this a negative? or is this a positive? and in that sense the song is off base, but as just a good description, yeah it's great. and andrew, even I don't listen to metallica so what the heck were you doing? lol
ReplyDeleteWell, not everything has to be summed up by a positive. I mean, there are plenty of Christian hymns that are actually very sad and depressing. But after listening to this particular song, I can say, "Thank you, God, for saving me from that." That's what I'm getting at, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteHaha, well, it was on the radio.