The Prophet
Thunder Lyrics


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The prophet came from somewhere
Behind the TV screen
To plunder lands of plenty
With teeth so white and clean

Create a new religion
And dumb the masses down
Bite the hand that feeds you
And spread the bland around
Yeah!
Can't you mute the sound?

Through Saturday night wasteland
You spread like a disease
Sweeping all before you
'Til the world was on its knees
Down on its knees

Turn off the TV please

Selling dreams that no one can keep
How do you sleep? How do you sleep?
Running magic into the ground
year after year
Tearing it down

The prophet came from somewhere
Behind the TV screen
To plunder lands of plenty
And teeth so white & clean
Regal, like a queen

You don't love the language you speak
It's just shit at the wall
and laugh at the freaks
With a front that beggars belief




You smile and you wave
and they fall at your feet

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Thunder's song The Prophet reflect the idea of a powerful entity emerging from behind the TV screen bringing destruction to the lands of plenty. The prophet is represented as an individual with white, clean teeth that create a new religion, dumb down the masses, bite the hand that feeds them, and spread blandness all around. The lyrics capture the idea of the prophet sweeping like a disease, conquering everything in its path, and leaves the world begging for mercy.


The song further discusses how the prophet sells dreams that cannot be kept and runs magic into the ground year after year. Thunder suggests that this prophet that emerged from behind the TV screen is tearing the world down and causing chaos instead of helping people out. Towards the end of the song, the lyrics point out that the prophet has a way of laughing at the freaks, and they fall at their feet. This is an interesting way of pointing out that the prophet can persuade anyone into accepting their ideas or believes.


Line by Line Meaning

The prophet came from somewhere
The mastermind of this cunning scheme appeared from an unknown location


Behind the TV screen
He used the medium of television to promote his ideology


To plunder lands of plenty
His aim was to rob the prosperous regions of their resources


With teeth so white and clean
He presented himself in such an impeccable manner that no one could suspect his ulterior motives


Create a new religion
He devised a novel philosophy to propagate his agenda


And dumb the masses down
He simplified his teachings so that even the least educated could comprehend and follow them


Bite the hand that feeds you
He showed no gratitude to those who supported him and instead betrayed their trust


And spread the bland around
He promulgated only unexciting and monotonous ideas


Yeah!
expression of exasperation


Can't you mute the sound?
An appeal to block the transmission of his message


Through Saturday night wasteland
During the time when people are idle and susceptible to his influence


You spread like a disease
Your influence is contagious and harmful to society


Sweeping all before you
Your momentum was so strong that everyone was swept away by it


Til the world was on its knees
Your ideology had such devastating effects that it brought the world to its knees


Down on its knees
Complete ruin and devastation


Turn off the TV please
An urgent request to switch off the telecast of his message


Selling dreams that no one can keep
Promoting unrealistic dreams to naïve people


How do you sleep? How do you sleep?
Questioning his conscience and moral compass


Running magic into the ground
Reducing even magical concepts to banality by promoting them recklessly


year after year
Persisting with his harmful ways regularly


Tearing it down
Destructing everything that once existed


And teeth so white & clean
Reiterating the artist's charming deception


Regal, like a queen
His unflappable countenance resembling royalty


You don't love the language you speak
Your words aren't born of passion or conviction, but rather as an instrument of manipulation


It's just shit at the wall
A crude and unrefined vocabulary devoid of style or substance


and laugh at the freaks
Deriding those who challenge or oppose his theories


With a front that beggars belief
You mask your true intentions with such immaculate finesse that is almost unbelievable


You smile and you wave
You create a facade of congeniality and amicability


and they fall at your feet
As a result of your highly persuasive techniques, the masses blindly follow your lead




Writer(s): Luke Morley

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