Stillborn
Criminal Lyrics


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I sit upon
An ornamented throne
In front of those
Who celebrate I'm gone
My eyes of glass
Witness the twisted mass
They dance in joy
I'm ignorance's toy

Pure child
Immaculate
Cold, white
And innocent
I give release
From life in pain
I am idol
I am their hope
I'm dead

Fanatic
Ecstatic
Obsessed
Blessed with death

Stench of mortality
My body rots away
They boil my flesh
Prolonged decay
Extending this insanity

Fanatic
Ecstatic




Obsessed
Blessed with death

Overall Meaning

In "Stillborn," Criminal frontman Anton Reisenegger portrays a character who has died and has become a symbol for those who revel in death and decay. The song is a commentary on society's relationship with death, as Reisenegger depicts those who "celebrate" his death as twisted and ignorant. They see him as an "idol" who brings "release" from the pain of life, but in reality, he's just a lifeless corpse.


The lyrics also touch on the idea of fanaticism and obsession with death. Reisenegger describes those who celebrate his death as "fanatic" and "obsessed," suggesting that the allure of death can be all-consuming. The use of the words "ecstatic" and "blessed" implies that these individuals see death as something holy or divine.


The chorus of the song, with the repeated use of the words "fanatic," "ecstatic," "obsessed," and "blessed," creates a haunting and almost hypnotic effect. It reinforces the idea that those who celebrate death are consumed by it.


Overall, "Stillborn" is a dark and thought-provoking song that forces listeners to consider their own relationship with death and how it is celebrated in society.


Line by Line Meaning

I sit upon
I am seated on top


An ornamented throne
A fancy and decorated chair


In front of those
Facing a group of people


Who celebrate I'm gone
Who are happy that I am dead


My eyes of glass
My fake or lifeless eyes


Witness the twisted mass
See the distorted and strange scene


They dance in joy
They are celebrating and dancing happily


I'm ignorance's toy
I am a plaything of being unaware


Pure child
Innocent and untainted youth


Immaculate
Without flaw or blemish


Cold, white
Chilly and pale colored


And innocent
Still without guilt or blame


I give release
Allowing for escape or freedom


From life in pain
From a life filled with agony


I am idol
I am a worshiped figure


I am their hope
I am the object of their desires


I'm dead
I am no longer living


Fanatic
A person with an extreme and relentless enthusiasm


Ecstatic
In a state of rapturous delight


Obsessed
Being insanely preoccupied with something


Blessed with death
Receiving good fortune with the end of life


Stench of mortality
The despairing smell of decay and death


My body rots away
My corpse is decomposing


They boil my flesh
They cook my physical remains


Prolonged decay
Experiencing prolonged deterioration


Extending this insanity
Adding to this outrageousness and madness




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