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Deep in Your Subconscious
Atrocity Lyrics
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Naked and innocent
Just loosing my virginity
Only four years old
A menacing man above me
He's my own father!
My legs and arms are limp
Lascivious eyes stare at me
I've never seen before
Musty smell in the air
Diffusing body odor
Feeling like a pig ravished and abused
Praying for my god
The old man with the long white beard
A hurting abdomen, a grieved soul
Tears are running from my eyes
I don't know what's going on
Cries, screams of despair
Fathers slaps in my face
"Shut up little cunt"
Feeling like a pig
Ravished and abused
Praying for my god
The old man with the long white beard
Satisfaction, father is groaning
Humiliation, treated like a shitheap
Observation, my brain is empty
Anxiety, father, never do it again!
Atrocity, fear in my eyes
Inbreeding, my body is deseased
Shame, mother won't be told
Some human beings are repulsive animals
After a while, the pain is over
Disgusting, full of serous mucus
Genitals, blood runs from my legs
An ugly smile, my father leaves the room
Misery, I'm feeling sick
Depression, I clasp Teddy in my arms
Loneliness, nobody who helps
Some human beings are repulsive animals
First you tried to repress
Then you established:
This nightmare will ever be
Deep in your subconscious
The lyrics to Atrocity's song "Deep in Your Subconscious" is a haunting account of a child's experience of sexual abuse at the hands of their own father. The lyrics describe a horrific scene of a four-year-old child lying naked and helpless in a small crib while their father, a menacing figure, violates them. The child is overwhelmed by confusion, fear, and pain and can only pray to God for help. The lyrics depict the physical and emotional trauma the child suffers, including a hurting abdomen, tears running from their eyes, cries and screams of despair, and slaps in the face.
The lyrics reveal the lasting impact of the abuse on the child's psyche, as they endure feelings of disgust, sickness, and depression. The child grasps their teddy bear for comfort, feeling lonely and helpless. The final lines of the song capture the sense of helplessness and despair that comes with the knowledge that this nightmare will be "deep in your subconscious" forever.
Line by Line Meaning
Lying there in a small crib
Recalling the memory of being in a helpless and confined state
Naked and innocent
An acknowledgement of the innocence and vulnerability that was present
Just loosing my virginity
The realization that one's sexual innocence was taken away
Only four years old
An understanding of how young and defenseless one was when it happened
A menacing man above me
Realizing that the person who committed the act was someone close, and resultantly shattering any trust and safety with others
He's my own father!
The absolute horror of realizing the perpetrator was a parent figure, someone who was supposed to love, protect and support one
My legs and arms are limp
A description of the complete and utter helplessness experienced
Crushed by confusion
The overwhelming mental distress and struggle to comprehend what one endured
Lascivious eyes stare at me
The look in the perpetrator's eyes conveys a sexual desire that a child was never meant to experience
I've never seen before
The shock and realization of perversion and cruelty that is possible in the world
Musty smell in the air
A smell that will forever haunt and link to the experience
Diffusing body odor
An additional detail to emphasize the physical nature of the assault and the closeness of the perpetrator
Feeling like a pig ravished and abused
The sense of self-disgust and worthlessness felt in the aftermath of the assault
Praying for my god
Turning to religion for comfort and protection, in hopes of finding solace
The old man with the long white beard
A symbol of a higher power who is supposed to be benevolent and loving
A hurting abdomen, a grieved soul
The physical and emotional toll inflicted, and a recognition of trauma
Tears are running from my eyes
The emotional pain that manifests in physical tears
I don't know what's going on
The confusion and lack of understanding of what is happening to oneself
Cries, screams of despair
The trauma is so intense that it manifests in sounds of hopelessness
Fathers slaps in my face
The added betrayal of physical violence from someone who is supposed to be a protector
"Shut up little cunt"
The words of the perpetrator drilling in further shame and humiliation
Satisfaction, father is groaning
The revolting realization that the perpetrator gets pleasure from the child's suffering
Humiliation, treated like a shitheap
The ongoing degradation that one endures in the aftermath of the assault from society and oneself
Observation, my brain is empty
The mental damage inflicted is so great that one is left feeling empty
Anxiety, father, never do it again!
A plea to stop the abuse and the fear of future assaults
Atrocity, fear in my eyes
The overwhelming fear and paranoia that comes with having experienced trauma
Inbreeding, my body is deseased
The additional violation of genetic damage surreptitiously inflicted
Shame, mother won't be told
The additional burden of feeling ashamed, alongside the fear and concern of such an overwhelming conflict with their identity that, perhaps, those closest to them will be lost
Some human beings are repulsive animals
The perception of betrayal, revulsion, and disgust that one now has towards humanity
After a while, the pain is over
The journey one must traverse to the healing process
Disgusting, full of serous mucus
The continued physical signs of the abuse that the victim is left to deal with alone
Genitals, blood runs from my legs
The continuing physical loss of innocence and violation of one's body manifested through the very real and brutal effects it has on them
An ugly smile, my father leaves the room
The image of the perpetrator's face that haunts the victim, an uncanny grin of pride or anguish, which may never go away, even many years later.
Misery, I'm feeling sick
The overwhelming pain and dramatic effects of the trauma
Depression, I clasp Teddy in my arms
The need for comfort and a desire for a sense of normalcy and sanctuary
Loneliness, nobody who helps
The feeling of isolation and desperation felt by the victim in the aftermath of the assault
Some human beings are repulsive animals
The realization that one's own kind is capable of such cruelty, and the difficulty to find trust with others to lead a peaceful life
First you tried to repress
The subconscious effort of the victim to block out the horrific memories and the denial that surfaces
Then you established:
The conscious effort to accept and acknowledge what happened to begin the journey of recovery
This nightmare will ever be
The acceptance and understanding that the traumatic event can never be fully eradicated from one's memory
Deep in your subconscious
The mentally scarring effects that continue to influence one's behaviour and emotional state
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Domenic Romani
I bought the at death's door CD 1990 when it came out and this is one of my favorite songs on it
dave pyle
old school
derekobs
One of the 1st tech albums along with piece of time and the key
Gonzalo Gordillo coronado
Grande esta banda
kuenbu 285
nice
charles clark
Really only 77 likes?
Mr.Geronimo13
Metalla in VIVA Chanel , producers Markus Kavka
charles clark
I literally cannot get enough of this album. The guitar tone is ridiculous, and the subject matter unfortunately hits close to home... Like the late Jeff Hanniman said. You got to have some fucking issues to understand this music. .