The Great Misconceptions of Me
W.A.S.P. Lyrics


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Welcome to the show the great finale's finally here
I thank you for coming into my theatre of fear
Welcome to the show, you're all witnesses you see
A privileged invitation to the last rights of me

Remember me? You can't save me
Mama you never needed me
No crimson king, look in my eye, you'll see
Mama I'm lonely, it's only me, only me

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
The crimson idol of a million
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
The crimson idol of a million eyes, of a million

I am the prisoner of the paradise I dreamed
The idol of a million lonely faces look at me
Behind the mask of sorrow, four doors of doom behind my eyes
I've got their footprints all across my crimson mind

Long live, long live, long live the king of mercy
Long live, long live

There is no love, to shelter me
Only love, love set me free
No love, to shelter me, only love, love set me free
I was the warrior, with an anthem in my soul
The idol of eight thousand lonely days of rage ago
And remember me when it comes your time to choose
Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true

Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy
The strap on my back
Red, crimson red, no I was never to be
Only one crimson son, no it never was me

Living in the limelight little did I know
I was dying in the shadows and the mirror was my soul
It was all I ever wanted, everything I dreamed
But the dream became my nightmare and no-one could hear me scream
With these six-strings, I make a noose
To take my life, it's time to choose
The headlines read of my suicide, of my suicide

Oh sweet silence, where is the sting
I am no idol, no crimson king
I'm the imposter, the world has seen
My father was the idol, it was never me
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
The crimson idol of a million
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
The crimson idol of a million eyes

No love, to shelter me, only love
Love set me free




No love, to shelter me, only love
Love set me free

Overall Meaning

"The Great Misconceptions of Me" by W.A.S.P. is a song that tells the story of the singer's rise to fame as a rock idol and his fall into despair and eventual suicide. The lyrics of the song are reflective of the themes of the fallen hero, disillusionment, and the desire for freedom and acceptance.


The song starts with the singer addressing the audience as his guests in his "theatre of fear" where they have witnessed his last moments of life. He questions his audience if they remember him and his longing for acceptance from his mother, whom he feels he never needed him. He accepts that he has become the "prisoner of paradise" and that his life has become a living hell with his soul trapped behind a mask of sorrow.


In the end, the singer realizes that he was an imposter and his father was the real idol, and he never wanted to be the crimson king idolized by millions. The song ends on a sad note with him taking his own life, yearning for the silence and freedom that only death can bring.


Line by Line Meaning

Welcome to the show the great finale's finally here
The end has come, and I thank you for being here to witness it


I thank you for coming into my theatre of fear
This is a place of darkness and terror, and I appreciate you being brave enough to come inside


Welcome to the show, you're all witnesses you see
You are all here to witness my downfall and destruction


A privileged invitation to the last rights of me
You are privileged to be here and witness my death


Remember me? You can't save me
You may remember me, but you cannot prevent my fate


Mama you never needed me
My mother never loved me or cared for me


No crimson king, look in my eye, you'll see
I am not the powerful king I appeared to be, and if you look closely, you will see my true weakness


Mama I'm lonely, it's only me, only me
Despite achieving fame and fortune, I am still lonely and abandoned


I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I do not want to embody the ideal image of success and fame


The crimson idol of a million
The symbol of success and fame, worshiped by millions


The crimson idol of a million eyes, of a million
The symbol of success and fame, watched and judged by millions


I am the prisoner of the paradise I dreamed
I am trapped in the perfect world I imagined for myself


The idol of a million lonely faces look at me
I am the center of attention for many people who are also lonely and unhappy


Behind the mask of sorrow, four doors of doom behind my eyes
Beneath my facade of sadness, there are four paths leading to my tragic fate


I've got their footprints all across my crimson mind
My mind is consumed by the expectations and opinions of others


Long live, long live, long live the king of mercy
May the kind and merciful one live forever


There is no love, to shelter me
No one cares for me or will protect me


Only love, love set me free
Only through love can I find freedom and escape


I was the warrior, with an anthem in my soul
I was once a fighter, with a strong and passionate spirit


The idol of eight thousand lonely days of rage ago
I was once the symbol of hope and inspiration to many people who were unhappy and angry


And remember me when it comes your time to choose
Remember my story when you are faced with a choice of how to live your life


Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true
Your dreams may turn into nightmares, so be careful what you ask for


Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy
I am lost and forgotten, like a ghost or apparition


The strap on my back
The burden I carry on my shoulders


Red, crimson red, no I was never to be
I was never meant to be a hero or a legend


Only one crimson son, no it never was me
I was not the chosen one, but just another ordinary person


Living in the limelight little did I know
I was famous and popular, but I did not realize the cost of my success


I was dying in the shadows and the mirror was my soul
I was slowly losing myself and my identity behind the facade of fame, and my true self was reflected in the mirror


It was all I ever wanted, everything I dreamed
I thought fame and success would bring me everything I ever wanted


But the dream became my nightmare and no-one could hear me scream
The reality of fame and success was actually a nightmare that no one else could understand


With these six-strings, I make a noose
My guitar, which brought me fame and fortune, now becomes a weapon against myself


To take my life, it's time to choose
I have decided to take my own life, and it is a final choice


The headlines read of my suicide, of my suicide
The news will report on my own self-inflicted death


Oh sweet silence, where is the sting
Finally, there is peace and quiet, and the pain is gone


I am no idol, no crimson king
I am not the hero or the leader that people see me as


I'm the imposter, the world has seen
I am a fake and a fraud, and everyone knows it


My father was the idol, it was never me
My father was the true hero and idol, not me


No love, to shelter me, only love
There is no protection or support for me, except for love


Love set me free
Love is the only thing that can liberate me from this cycle of pain and sorrow




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: STEVE EDWARD DUREN

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William Cecil

One of the best heavy metal albums -CRIMSON IDOL!Love it

Kane@D

There not blach enough and balla

Васил Киров

Totally agree!!!!!

Skullkan6

I found it once on cassette and just HAD to have it.

L Saltwelsh

William Cecil agreed!

jeff cordova

if anyone has gone through shit as child, has fucked up memories & feels like they don't know what to do or who they can talk to about it the music is always there.. doesn't judge doesn't fuck you over for someone else.. doesn't abandon you.. it's always there...for me music is my saviour..if it wasn't for music I'd be in jail or dead.. long live the king of mercy

William Combs

I feel ya. RUSH/Neil Peart was my beacon.

cochis

Couldnt t agree more

Kamen Rider LA

Man... I needed to read this comment right now... Thank you

Pepik

This shit is always inside. RIP Arthur Janov.

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