I will attempt to unveil the deep dark secrets of Prime, by which I'm pretty sure isn't exactly rocket science. But since I'm in need of posts for my blog quota, why not. We all need the publicity anyway.
Prime was, on the surface, a random occurrence of prime numbers intertwined in a series of verses with no connections whatsoever with one another, hence the name prime (for those who don't know, prime numbers can only be divided by itself and number 1). But in the essence, this song portraits people. More specifically, people who set themselves apart from others. For example the Mutants in X-Men, and Cloud and his AVALANCHE gang in Final Fantasy 7.
We're all born into the world thinking there's a certain destiny set out for us. While trying to desperately fit into society, we're also finding a way to stand above it. We need recognition, we need attention, we need achievement, and we need respect. Because life would be pointless without it. So, we set out in search of a special purpose. Cloud and his gang were stigmatized as terrorists of Midgar and robbers of justice. Despite all the bad publicity, they strive for their mission simply because they believe in what they did. They sacrificed their good name for the greater good that they believed would in turn save everyone, including those who condemn them.
'Its the 13th of the Month, says Jason'
Jason was a serial killer, clad in a hockey mask and slaughtering everyone in his wake. As a front, the public saw Jason's doing as downright unacceptable. Burn in hell, as they may say. But deep down inside, they envied Jason's ability to break the societal barriers and achieve ultimate freedom, because the freedom to take another man or woman's life is in itself pure nirvana. Please be advised that this post does NOT in any way encourage the mass murdering of people.
'53 Windows Leading out to Undivided Odds'
People want to be special. We want to be able to change the world, for better or worse (hopefully less of the latter). We seek out unique households by which we would wake up every morning with a smile across our faces, reciting " Damn, I'm special". We want to be better than the world at something, therefore making ourselves believe we already are better. Driving to work, we'd encounter a driver who drives less as obedient as we are and "What an idiot" comes out. Comfy in our 100 grand posh ride, we whisper "Loser" to anyone with cars cheaper than ours. And we also go " Must be fake" to ladies clad in monogram handbags. But not us. We do it right, and when we do go fake, its for a good reason.
'We are Primal, Insightful Martyrs'
We're seeing the world in less light than it allows us to. In our attempts to depart ourselves from mediocrity and normality, we become so. Put it simply: when everyone wants to be special, everyone becomes normal. But no. We'd like to believe we're out of the ordinary. We make sacrifices to be where we are right now, and no one should reach there without giving out any less. That is what makes being where we are special.
'Incantations, Numerical Rhymes'
In the end, Prime is still a song with 17 prime numbers running all around it. I will now attempt to make myself feel special by telling you that 17 is also a prime number, but I'm sure you already got it.
PRIME
71 km to reach the outskirts of the city
As I'm doing 83 clicks on the fifth day of the week and
Its the 13th of the month, says Jason
37 Cuban Axes
Why do they throw him out 2 97 stages of hell?
541 table spoons laid out here for you
Elusive dihedral scores is unfactorable no
We are primal, insightful martyrs
We are undivided by the
Rows of 4s and 6s of 15s
Incantations, numerical rhymes
61 highways lead to 199 towns
97 broken bridges under 17 officials
Mango 3s orange 11s
Crime is 101 to void when
There are 53 windows leading out to undivided odds
541 table spoons laid out here for you
Elusive dihedral scores is unfactorable no
We are primal, insightful martyrs
We are undivided by the
Rows of 4s and 6s of 15s
Incantations, numerical rhymes
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