The Arena
Man Is the Bastard Lyrics


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Into the arena
Commanded by the enemy
Being cut to ribbons
By bloated subhumans
You are now in the arena
Fucking fight and feel pain
The pigs have come on
The dead rinse the blood
With tomorrow's rain . . .

Into the arena
Destroyed by snorting kings
Perpetuate peasant's death
Mass grave for mass dead things
Crown of thorns nearing the
End of bullshit fucking life




Wander around with a diseased mind
Into never ending strife . . .

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "The Arena" by Man Is the Bastard paint a picture of a brutal battle, in which the singer is commanded by the enemy and being cut to ribbons by bloated subhumans. The conflict is described as an arena, where the fighters are forced to engage in combat against their will. The lyrics suggest a sense of hopelessness as the pigs come on and the dead rinse the blood with tomorrow's rain, painting a stark image of the futility and brutality of war.


The second verse of the song only amplifies the sense of despair and senselessness of the conflict. The singer is now destroyed by snorting kings and perpetuating peasant's death with mass graves for mass dead things. The crown of thorns is nearing the end of bullshit fucking life, and the lyrics describe the singer as wandering around with a diseased mind, into never-ending strife. The imagery in the lyrics is bleak and painful, representing the senseless and brutal nature of war.


Line by Line Meaning

Into the arena
Facing a difficult situation or challenge


Commanded by the enemy
Being controlled by someone who doesn't have your best interests in mind


Being cut to ribbons
Being severely wounded or injured


By bloated subhumans
Being attacked by people who are beneath you in intelligence or morality


You are now in the arena
You have been forced into a difficult or challenging situation


Fucking fight and feel pain
Enduring hardship and struggling to overcome obstacles


The pigs have come on
Oppressive forces have arrived


The dead rinse the blood
Death and destruction have occurred, and the aftermath is being cleaned up


With tomorrow's rain . . .
The memory of the destruction will still be present, but life will go on


Destroyed by snorting kings
Being controlled and manipulated by those in power who don't have your best interests in mind


Perpetuate peasant's death
Continuing cycles of poverty and oppression are leading to the death of average people


Mass grave for mass dead things
The aftermath of destruction is leading to the accumulation of corpses and debris


Crown of thorns nearing the
Difficult and painful circumstances are leading to an inevitable and difficult end


End of bullshit fucking life
The end of a life that has been plagued by struggles and hardships


Wander around with a diseased mind
Feeling lost and hopeless in a world that seems to be against you


Into never ending strife . . .
Enduring a constant and seemingly endless struggle for survival and well-being




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