Occidental
Norma Jean Lyrics


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This outline is according to a thought I imagined you to have
Violated and arranged
Disfigured and on display

In the shape of an ornament
A vapor human, breathing molecular air
Disarrangement never ceasing




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Norma Jean's song Occidental paint a vivid picture of a twisted and distorted world. The opening line, "This outline is according to a thought I imagined you to have," suggests a skewed perception of reality, where one's thoughts and desires can take on a life of their own. The following lines, "Violated and arranged / Disfigured and on display," intensify this impression of a world twisted and rearranged to fit an unknown agenda or purpose.


The reference to being "in the shape of an ornament" adds another layer to this dissonant image, implying that one's existence is not only manipulated but also reduced to a mere decoration or trinket. The lines, "A vapor human, breathing molecular air / Disarrangement never ceasing," further express a sense of instability and a lack of control. The idea of being a 'vapor human' underscores the ephemeral and fragile nature of life itself, constantly at risk of being reshaped and manipulated.


Overall, the song Occidental is a haunting exploration of the human condition, highlighting the dangers of losing one's sense of self in a world that is constantly rearranging and shaping one's identity.


Line by Line Meaning

This outline is according to a thought I imagined you to have
The mental image I have is based on an assumption of what you might think.


Violated and arranged
I feel as though I have been violated and manipulated to fit a specific mold.


Disfigured and on display
My distorted self is now exposed for others to see.


In the shape of an ornament
I am reduced to a decorative object for others to admire and use for their own pleasure.


A vapor human, breathing molecular air
I feel easily evaporated and reduced to nothing more than particles in the air.


Disarrangement never ceasing
The feeling of being disordered and chaotic is perpetual and unending.




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