Lyrics

Remember when we were young
The day father’s eyes ran red with blood?
Little then did we know we were born of the very selfsame sorrow
You’re a brother like no other
Impossible to be replaced
It matters not if I’m disgraced
So long as I remain true to the family Atè

I’d let them rot, there is but one for whom I’d dare
To defy avuncular decrees of death
(My freedom lies in fate)
There is a law all of its own that I must bear
And as I bury you, my brother, I can hear the Chorus say
“How long can you hold your breath?
Welcome to your second death!”

Undead am I
Though these thoughts be warm this Act is cold as ice
This sacrifice I make in the name of all that’s sacred
This desire won’t expire
If piety impious be I’ll suffer for the Right in me
So long as I persevere with the family Atè

I’d let them rot, there is but one for whom I’d dare
To defy avuncular decrees of death
(My freedom lies in fate)
I’d let them rot, no, not for them would I despair
And comply a truckler just to keep my head
(My love defies your hate)
There is a law all of its own that I must bear
And as I bury you, my brother, I can hear the Chorus say
“How long can you hold your breath?
Welcome to your second death!”

Spoken Word by Slavoj Žižek:

Antigone’s desire is determined precisely as a pure desire—a desire purified of all “pathological” content. By refusing to “give way as to her desire,” she steps into the uncanny zone “between the two deaths,” becoming in her persistence in the death drive a frighteningly ruthless figure, one who is exempted from the circle of everyday feelings and considerations, passions and fears. The suicidal éclat of her sublime beauty in the proximity of the lethal Thing towards which she throws herself necessarily evokes in us (pathetic, everyday compassionate creatures) the question “Chè vuoi?”: “What does she really want?”—a question which precludes any identification with her. For, Antigone’s Act lies beyond any figure of the big Other. It is an act of abyssal freedom and, as such, political.

I’d let them rot, there is but one for whom I’d dare
To defy and be buried alive
There is a law all of its own I must abide
And decide to take death as my bride