About thorns and intrusive contamination of a thought process
A nice thing about Cradle of Filth songs is that you can listen to them for over 20 years and still find new dimensions and curiosities in them. While listening to Thornography on a hot December Friday night, I did a bit of research on an interesting concept.
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the thought
Here's what I've found, aside from noticing the Musixmatch lyrics are slightly inaccurate:
Thought poisoning: a small, emotionally charged idea that slips into the reasoning process and subtly biases interpretation. Insignificant on its own, but through repetition or accumulation it can distort perception in the same way a tiny perturbation can redirect a storm.
As a sort of cognitive butterfly effect, the poisonous idea shifts a person’s interpretation of events just enough that downstream judgments keep drifting. Each new idea inherits a slight tilt from the previous one, and the cumulative effect becomes dramatic. Like compounding interest, but applied to perception or judgement.
Examples of thought poisoning include fixation loops, misinformation, affective contamination of ideas, self-sabotage, the frictionless plausibility of a conspiracy theory, and so on.
The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the thought
The nail in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot
Maniacal the fire
That weaves inside my soul
When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll
Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My blood runs with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross
Or wandering star
Shalt witness my defeat
Born of jackal in the Vatican
To a loathesome flock
I have crept behind the drapes
And a wizard there is not
Just a white flag blackened by
Singing weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions over
Desert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn
Tangled are the thickets
That spare the virgin heart
From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark
Mountaineers that strive so far
For a Heaven grown from reach
That love herself is fabled
To be missing from their peaks
Save in one sole tower
Where the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping beauty
From the prying fingers of the mob
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn
I am The Thorn
I am the Spear of Longinus
The Sword of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet's teeth
I am The Thorn
Saint Disgustus, President Evil
Great white hopes of a shark eyed people
Lights of the world now flicker and die
Impaled in the race. in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these words as i slither to their ear
As lightning strikes their blinded minds
I am The Thorn
I am not the hand of God...
I am The Thorn
I am not the hand of God...
I am The Thorn
Territorial theives
Ever stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your knees
And fuck you over
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am The Thorn