Sore in a Masterpiece / Dead of Winter
Skinny Puppy Lyrics


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[something buried in intro about 20 seconds in]:"can't believe he's gotten it all sorted?"

Never in fear

Redder roar flare
Follow round

Lock 'em in sight

I'm sore in a masterpiece

And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place


Ooh, you're frightened of reality

Insomnia stands by me with glee

Oh, sore in a masterpiece

And I creep creep creep

Creep creep creep for a solid place
Urchin legion


In the night time
Fortune all (off?) feasts


Faschists for peace
That's reason I fashioned darkness


I'm sore in a masterpiece
Lot of love lost over all costs


And I creep creep creep

Creep creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of reality


Insomnia stands by me with glee


(shot?/shock?)
I'm sore in a masterpiece


And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place

Ooh, you're frightened of reality


Insomnia stands by me with glee
(I'm all better?)

Forget it forget it

Cry (for sanity?yourself to sleep?us inbetween?your savage way?)

I'm sore in a masterpiece

It's not my fault



(stuff in background distorted)

"watch closely"

"closer (closer, closer,...)"

It's Christ

It's Christmas eve

October bleak and desolate

There's frost murder in my (???) room

And still the pennies earned

The blood stained windows of night


It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter
I gaze into the [nursery?/rosary?]

I speak where is the vision

[decost?] and pray to priests in the dead of winter

The heart is [felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?] birds out of place


A paradise to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter

A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack

A memory that's what comedians are for

Reflection, reflection in my heart

The river of (???) swallow them?

To melt them enters love


Dead head don't worry
Become submerged repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, winter ...cold
Here sauce is cold cold again again again I


(???)

They think the hot spot [?sent here and then?]

They don't know what its like to live fuck





I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Skinny Puppy's "Sore in a Masterpiece / Dead of Winter" contain vivid and haunting imagery that reflects the band's usual style of creating unconventional and unsettling music. The intro starts with an unclear phrase that introduces doubt about whether something has been sorted out. Then the song transitions to phrases that create visual and emotional effects by describing various types of distress, such as fear, being sore, and insomnia. The singer repeatedly encounters obstacles and seeks a "solid place" to escape to. The lyrics convey a sense of being trapped in a cold and oppressive environment where there is little hope for relief. The song's chorus repeats the phrase "sore in a masterpiece," which can be interpreted as an ironic twist to describe the singer's painful and lonely existence as part of a larger artistic creation that they do not understand.


A significant part of the song's lyrics is devoted to describing the "dead of winter," which appears to represent a symbolic reference to a hopeless and lifeless state of being. The imagery in these sections of the song includes references to murder, pennies earned, blood-stained windows of night, and a river that swallows life. The lyrics connect with the theme of the band's criticism of oppressive social structures and the human cost of living in a desensitizing society. The end of the song mentions priests and reflects an anti-religious sentiment that was common in many of Skinny Puppy's tracks, as they often criticized institutionalized religion's role in promoting fascism and oppression.


Line by Line Meaning

Never in fear
I am not afraid


Redder roar flare
There is something dangerous going on, something that could lead to injury or death


Follow round
I must keep track of what's happening


Lock 'em in sight
I need to pay attention to everything around me


I'm sore in a masterpiece
I'm feeling a lot of pain and I'm trapped in this beautiful place


And I creep creep creep
I'm trying to move slowly, cautiously


Creep creep creep for a solid place
I need to find a safe place where I can hide and rest


Ooh, you're frightened of reality
You're scared of what's actually happening, you prefer to hide from it


Insomnia stands by me with glee
I can't sleep because of how worried I am, but this makes me feel more aware and focused


Urchin legion
There are many people around, some of them are unfriendly or dangerous


In the night time
During the dark hours


Fortune all (off?) feasts
The lucky ones who are still around can enjoy what they have


Faschists for peace
Those who oppress others make a show of wanting peace to keep their power


That's reason I fashioned darkness
I embrace darkness because it keeps me hidden and safe


Lot of love lost over all costs
There has been much pain and suffering in the past because of love, so I'm wary of it now


Forget it forget it
I don't want to think about the past anymore


Cry (for sanity?yourself to sleep?us inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm feeling so sad and overwhelmed I almost want to cry, but I'm holding it all in


It's not my fault
I'm not to blame for any of this


"watch closely"
Pay attention to what's happening


"closer (closer, closer,...)"
Get even more focused


It's Christ
There's a religious theme here


It's Christmas eve
It's that time of year once again


October bleak and desolate
It's a cold, barren time of year


There's frost murder in my (???) room
It's so cold that even indoors, frost is damaging things


And still the pennies earned
Even in a dire situation, people are able to scrape together money


The blood stained windows of night
The dark time is a reminder of all the tragic events that took place


It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter
The cold and empty winter is a depressing time


I gaze into the [nursery?/rosary?]
I stare into the abyss


I speak where is the vision
I'm asking for clarity


[decost?] and pray to priests in the dead of winter
I find solace in religion


The heart is [felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?] birds out of place
There is a sense of alienation and discomfort


A paradise to call perfection
I dream of a perfect world


Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter
There can be a lot of drama and excitement in the bleak winter months


A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A place to keep you safe, even if it's not perfect


A memory that's what comedians are for
Comedians use laughter to help people cope with past traumas


Reflection, reflection in my heart
I am thinking deeply about everything that's happened


The river of (???) swallow them?
There is a sense of danger and menace


To melt them enters love
Perhaps love can help heal wounds


Dead head don't worry
Don't worry about the dangers around you


Become submerged repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, winter ...cold
I'm trying to not let myself be overwhelmed


Here sauce is cold cold again again again I
This place is so cold and unforgiving


They think the hot spot [?sent here and then?]
They don't understand how cold things really are


They don't know what its like to live fuck
They don't know how bad things can get


I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)
I'm not sure what the point of religion is anymore




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