#gethsemane

No one's gonna save me from your memories

Nothing to lose but I would have given anything

To get closer to you and all your enemies

I've got a few of my own and this throne didn't come with a gun

So I've got a different energy

I still see you when the lights get low

I still hear you when I'm on my own

The parasites in the nightmares

Calling my name, like

This one's for you and your problems

Your good day job, your bad karma, what are you afraid of?

The same trauma, show me what you're made of

'Cause you talk about your constant pain like I ain't got none

And I've learned to live beside it

So this might be a weird question to throw out into the internet but it's been on my mind recently and I've come to an odd point.

So when listening to Gethsemane by Sleep Token, I (in my very Shonen brained self) imagine a fight scene where the camera pans around the action in a circular motion. Or even a fight that inherently moves in circular motions. And one time, I was listening to Gethsemane while reading a story, and in that moment as the breakdown was in full swing, a bunch of armed forces had surrounded an armored alien enemy and were all firing at it to eat away at its durability and hopefully defeat it. And again, they were surrounding it.

So that's all to say, whenever I listen to the solo breakdown in the middle of the song, I get the imagery of something circular or surrounding the listener (or just me.) And that's consistent.

So now it's got me wondering: If music takes shape/form to other people in a similar method, what shapes do you imagine while you're listening?

Cuz being on a more lore level with the song itself, the breakdown could be Vessel surrounded by the one sided feelings he's had towards Sleep that he's expressed constantly, and it's driving him mad which causes him to lash out with the scream that you hear in the background.

I'm caught up on the person I tried to turn myself into for you

Someone who didn't mind the push pull parlour games

Someone who wasn't always crying on the journey back

Someone who didn't feel the low blows either way

Thought I was waiting for you, when all along

It was you with the countdown kill switch, and it was me with the blindfold on

And I was trying my best, and that's the thing I tell the mirror

I was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other

What might be good for your heart

Might not be good for my head

And what was there at the start