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starpains · 2 months ago

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"Wrong" by Depeche Mode is literally Anakin Skywalker’s entire life in song form

This idea’s been sitting with me for a while now, and every time I revisit the song, it just hits harder. I don’t see myself ever writing a full “songfic,” but this connection wouldn’t let me go. I need to put it into words or combust. So I’m writing it out.

Depeche Mode’s Wrong is a brutal song—sharp-edged, spiraling, defiant—but the more I listen to it, the more it sounds like a mirror to Anakin Skywalker’s life. Not just thematically, but literally line by line. It traces the shape of his story with this eerie precision, like it was composed with him in mind.

It’s not just the events. It’s the emotional architecture. The bitterness, the failure, the misplaced trust, the ache of being told to be something you’re not. That desperation of trying to do the right thing and somehow getting it wrong—again and again and again.

So here’s a breakdown of how the lyrics unfold across Anakin’s life—from the boy on Tatooine to the man beneath the mask. Not a reinterpretation of the song. Just an overlap so specific it feels cosmic.

BORN WRONG 1. I was born with the wrong sign 2. In the wrong house 3. With the wrong ascendancy Anakin is born into slavery on a planet the Republic pretends doesn’t exist. His mother is a slave. He has no father. He doesn’t have a surname. He doesn’t even have a legal identity in the galaxy’s records. Implanted with a slave chip and owned by Watto, he grows up scavenging parts and risking his life in podraces. Everything about his childhood screams displacement. Vulnerability. Unbelonging.

“Born with the wrong sign”—he’s a child of prophecy, but his arrival brings anxiety, not celebration. Qui-Gon believes he’s the Chosen One. But the Council only sees danger. Darkness. A future clouded. From the moment he sets foot in the Temple, there’s resistance to his training. Yoda says, “The boy’s future is clouded.” The Force is strong in him—but unpredictable.

“In the wrong house”—Tatooine isn’t just lawless. It’s ignored. He’s outside the Republic’s reach. The Jedi would never have found him if not for a crash landing. His Force sensitivity is extraordinary, but it exists in the margins of a society that doesn’t care. He builds droids and podracers in a dusty workshop surrounded by scraps. His world is one of survival, not destiny.

“With the wrong ascendancy”—he has none. The Republic has no record of him. The Jedi don’t know how to place him. He doesn’t descend from a known family or tradition. And even once accepted into the Order, he never fully escapes that outsider status. He’s a nine-year-old slave turned initiate with no peer, no precedent, no place to belong. He’s too old. Too passionate. Too different. And he knows it.

Even within the Jedi, his origins mark him. He is treated like a risk, not a promise. The Council debates him as a problem, not a person. Anakin is made to feel that simply existing is already a deviation from the order of things.

This verse doesn’t just reflect where he’s born. It’s the foundation of his fracture. From the first breath, Anakin Skywalker is told he is wrong.

WRONG PATH, WRONG PLACE 4. I took the wrong road 5. That led to 6. The wrong tendencies The Jedi path offers freedom but demands detachment. From the start, Anakin struggles with this. He loves fiercely. He fears loss. He acts out of instinct and heart. The Council sees these as threats. His tendencies—loyalty, passion, empathy—are labeled dangers. Even Obi-Wan, who loves him, warns he’s too emotional. The road was paved with good intentions, but it leads him to be alienated within his own Order.

7. I was in the wrong place 8. At the wrong time 9. For the wrong reason 10. And the wrong rhyme 11. On the wrong day 12. Of the wrong week 13. I used the wrong method 14. With the wrong technique These eight lines all collapse around a single event: the Tusken Raider massacre.

Anakin dreams of his mother’s suffering. He rushes to Tatooine, too late to save her—she dies in his arms. Overcome with grief and rage, he slaughters the entire village. Not just the men, but the women and children too. It’s a moment of unrestrained violence that changes him. And everything about it is wrong. The timing. The place. The reasoning. He acts from anguish, not clarity. He confesses it to Padmé, expecting her to turn away. She doesn’t. The moment is buried. But it festers.

“Wrong rhyme” refers to the logic he uses to justify what he’s done. His actions come from pain, but he wraps them in rhetoric that sounds like purpose. He tells Padmé, “They’re animals, and I slaughtered them like animals.” That isn’t a reason—it’s a rhythm of rage disguised as rationale. A distorted rhyme that masks his grief with violence.

“Wrong technique” speaks to how he acts: brutally, blindly, and without discrimination. He doesn’t seek justice. He doesn’t rescue anyone. He destroys. It's not just vengeance—it’s an unraveling. And there’s no control, no restraint. The way he wields his power is reactive, not intentional.

This event becomes a template.

When Anakin kills Count Dooku, the same structure repeats. The choice isn’t made in a moment of necessity but under pressure, spurred by Sidious’s whisper: “Do it.” Dooku is unarmed. The act is not justice—it’s execution. Wrong reason. Wrong method.

When he intervenes in the fight between Mace Windu and Sidious, it plays out again. Wrong place, wrong time. He doesn’t act out of allegiance to Sidious, but out of fear. Fear of Padmé’s death. He tries to stop one death and causes another. The technique is a betrayal. The result is irreversible.

The Tusken massacre is where it begins. Every major turn afterward—Dooku, Windu, Mustafar—is a variation on that same flawed pattern: pain mistaken for purpose, violence masquerading as control.

SOMETHING WRONG INSIDE 15. There’s something wrong with me chemically 16. Something wrong with me inherently 17. The wrong mix 18. In the wrong genes This is the core of Anakin's internal conflict. He isn’t just different—he’s impossible. Born without a father, potentially created by the Force itself, he carries a midichlorian count that outpaces every known Jedi, even Yoda. He is a miracle to some, a mistake to others. Qui-Gon sees him as the Chosen One, the one who will bring balance. But the Jedi Council looks at him and sees something unstable.

They sense something coiled beneath the surface—potential, yes, but also volatility. He is supposed to embody the light, but darkness pulses inside him from the beginning. And he feels it. He doesn’t understand it, but he knows it’s there. That unshakable sense that something inside him isn’t aligned with what he’s supposed to be.

When the Council doubts him, when Obi-Wan warns him, when Palpatine flatters him, it all reinforces the same thing: there’s something wrong with me.

“Chemically” becomes more than metaphor when the Jedi analyze his blood. “Inherently” reflects the gnawing feeling that he was born with a flaw in his soul. “The wrong mix” is both literal and symbolic—power with no peace, love twisted with fear. “In the wrong genes” is the deepest echo of all: if he was created by the Force, why does he feel like a ticking bomb?

This section isn’t just a reflection of how others see him—it’s what Anakin comes to believe about himself. That no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, something inside him is wrong.

THE WRONG MASTER 19. I reached the wrong ends 20. By the wrong means 21. It was the wrong plan 22. In the wrong hands 23. With the wrong theory 24. The wrong man

Everything Anakin does in this arc is meant to stop a death that hasn’t happened yet. He sees Padmé die in a vision, and he decides he will do anything to prevent it. That’s the end he’s chasing. But that goal leads him away from compassion and toward control. He reaches for something good—love—but he tries to seize it through domination.

“Wrong ends” because he stops being a Jedi. Stops being a protector. Starts being a destroyer.

“Wrong means” because he pledges himself to a Sith lord, betrays the Jedi, chokes his pregnant wife, and turns his blade on Obi-Wan Kenobi—his mentor, his friend, his brother. The man who raised him, trained him, loved him. Obi-Wan doesn’t just fight Anakin on Mustafar—he begs him to stop. “You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.” And Anakin still tries to kill him. He’s not just crossing a moral line—he’s crossing every line he once swore to uphold. The Count Dooku execution was only the beginning. By the time he’s standing on that lava bank, he’s not acting out of confusion anymore—he’s acting out of conviction. The means are wrong because they cost him everything that mattered, and he knows it.

“Wrong plan” because the solution he’s given is never real. It’s manipulation. Palpatine never teaches him how to stop death—because the knowledge doesn’t exist.

“Wrong hands” is literal. He gives himself over to Darth Sidious, who has orchestrated the war, lied to every side, and plans to rule by fear. But they’re also his hands. The ones igniting the saber. Signing the orders. Choking the people he once swore to protect. Anakin isn’t just being led—he’s the one doing it. The wrong hands are his own, and that’s what damns him.

“Wrong theory” because the foundational belief is flawed: that power can protect people from fate, that control can replace trust. This is Sith ideology at its core—the seductive promise that strength can rewrite destiny, that fear can preserve love. It's a theory built on illusion, and Anakin builds his choices on that illusion until it collapses around him. Sith logic is always the wrong theory: it isolates, corrupts, and devours.

“Wrong man” because Palpatine is the inverse of what a Jedi Master should be. Where Obi-Wan guided with discipline and love, Sidious guides with flattery and fear. And Anakin follows him willingly. But he himself is also the wrong man. The one who was supposed to bring balance, and instead brought annihilation. The one who was meant to save, and instead became the instrument of ruin. He’s the wrong man because he chose to be—over and over again, when it mattered most.

THE FALL 25. The wrong eyes 26. On the wrong prize 27. The wrong questions 28. With the wrong replies “Wrong eyes” because this is the moment Anakin becomes unrecognizable. His eyes turn gold on Mustafar, after he executes the Separatist leaders—Sith eyes. Not metaphor. Not implication. Literal, visible evidence of the Dark Side corrupting his body. The same eyes Sidious wears. They’re iconic, horrifying, final. A visual cue the transformation is complete. No ambiguity left—only allegiance. They burn with borrowed hatred. They reflect nothing of who he was.

These aren’t Anakin’s eyes anymore. They don’t plead. They don’t soften. When Obi-Wan pleads with him to come back, he glares. When Padmé reaches for him, he scowls. And when he sees his own reflection, he doesn't flinch. The wrong eyes aren’t about what he sees—they’re about what others now see in him. The boy who once wanted to free slaves now looks like a weapon forged in hell. The wrong eyes aren't looking at others—they're looking out from him.

“Wrong prize” because it’s no longer just about saving Padmé—it’s about owning her future. Dictating it. Controlling it. He says, “I can overthrow the Chancellor. I can end this war. I can save you.” Not “we.” “I.” The prize is no longer her life. It’s her submission.

“Wrong questions” because he stops asking the questions that made him who he was—How do I help? How do I save? How do I do what's right?—and starts asking How do I gain power? How do I stop death? How do I control the future? These are the questions that open the door to Sidious. They aren’t questions of hope or principle. They’re questions of desperation, rooted in fear, and every one of them invites an answer that tightens the leash around his neck. Sidious is ready with replies—every one of them calculated to replace doubt with obedience, fear with fury, love with possession.

“Wrong replies” because every word from Sidious is a trap. “Only through me can you achieve a power greater than any Jedi.” “The Jedi are traitors.” Anakin asks out of fear and gets answers steeped in manipulation. And he believes them—until the truth hits too late.

This verse is where the Sith transformation completes. Not in armor, but in mind. In vision. In motive. His fall isn’t about fury anymore. It’s about control. And everything he’s seeing, wanting, asking, believing—it’s all wrong.

VADER TAKES OVER 29. I was marching to the wrong drum 30. With the wrong scum 31. Pissing out the wrong energy 32. Using all the wrong lines

“Wrong drum” because he’s no longer in sync with the Jedi, the Force, or even himself. He marches with the 501st into the Temple, a sacred place now defiled under his command. The rhythm of his life becomes one of destruction. It’s the Imperial cadence. The hollow, mechanical beat of conquest.

“Wrong scum” because these are not the Jedi, not peacekeepers. Now he moves beside Tarkin, clone officers, and bureaucrats who serve tyranny. He leads killers, not comrades. He becomes their symbol, their weapon, their justification.

“Wrong energy” because what once poured from him in bursts of fiery hope is now cold and venomous. Every act of power is driven by loss and hatred. His anger doesn’t smolder—it rots. His presence drains hope instead of kindling it.

“Wrong lines” because he no longer speaks from belief. He echoes Sidious. “The Jedi are traitors.” “He is of no use to us.” The words are commands, not truths. He speaks like a man who’s erased his own voice. The lines are wrong because they belong to someone else—and because they kill something in him every time he repeats them.

33. And the wrong signs 34. With the wrong intensity Everything about him screams terror now. The red saber—a weapon of aggression, not defense. The black armor—designed to intimidate, to erase identity. The choking grip—used not just in combat, but as punctuation in conversation. Every gesture is meant to dominate. Every breath—amplified and mechanical—is a reminder of what’s been lost.

Wrong signs because his presence no longer comforts the weak—it silences them. Wrong intensity because his passion no longer protects—it destroys. There’s no Anakin left in the way he moves, speaks, or fights. There’s only Vader. And Vader is a storm that never clears.

THE HOLLOW SELF 35. I was on the wrong page 36. Of the wrong book 37. With the wrong rendition 38. Of the wrong look

“Wrong page” because the narrative he’s following isn’t the one he was destined for. He’s not the Chosen One in this story—he’s the villain. The savior becomes the enforcer. He was meant to turn the tide of darkness, but instead he deepens it.

“Wrong book” because the prophecy was misread, misunderstood, mishandled. The Jedi never truly grasp what balance means, and Anakin, left unguided, ends up following the Sith’s version of the tale. A darker book. One where fear is power and love is possession.

“Wrong rendition” because Vader is a twisted cover of the man Anakin once was. Every instinct he had—to protect, to love, to serve—is still there, but it’s been distorted. Rewritten. The melody is familiar, but the lyrics are cruel.

“Wrong look” because he wears armor that doesn’t reflect who he is—it conceals the ruin underneath. The mask, the mechanical breathing, the towering silhouette—they project power, but only to hide devastation. What’s inside isn’t a man reborn. It’s a charred body with no legs, no arms, no flesh untouched by fire. A scorched shell held together by pain and metal. The myth stands tall, but the truth is collapsed inside it. He’s not just hidden—he’s erased. What remains of Anakin is entombed in a machine made to inspire fear, not healing. He was meant to be the Force’s vessel, the living embodiment of balance and hope. Instead, he’s become a grotesque inversion of that promise—a cage of his own making, forged in flame. The look is wrong because it mocks everything he was supposed to be.

39. With the wrong moon 40. Every wrong night 41. With the wrong tune playing

“Wrong moon” because he chooses Mustafar—the site of his greatest loss—as his base. It’s not a symbol of triumph. It’s a grave. A planet scorched by lava, where Padmé died and Anakin was broken. He builds his fortress there not as a monument to power, but as a prison carved into his own past. Every inch of it burns with what he lost.

“Every wrong night” because there is no peace. Not in the Force, not in his dreams, not in the armor. The comics show him haunted—restless in bacta, chased by visions, rebuilding droids and hallucinations that fall apart in his hands. He reaches through the Force, trying to change what’s already done. Failing. Every night is a reminder. Every night is penance.

“Wrong tune playing” because the music of his life isn’t the fanfare of an empire—it’s the low, endless hum of grief. He doesn’t hear triumph. He hears Padmé’s last words. Obi-Wan’s devastation. The silence that followed his screams on the lava bank. The tune is made of loss. It plays every time he breathes.

THE FINAL NOTE 42. Till it sounded right, yeah 43. Wrong 44. Wrong 45. Too long

“Till it sounded right, yeah” because for the first time in years, something does. Not commands. Not prophecy. Not Sidious’s lies. But Luke’s voice, calling him “Father.” Anakin hears it—and believes it. That there’s something left of him to save. Something that isn’t Vader. And in that moment, it resonates. Not with power. With love.

“Wrong” because every moment before that one was a distortion. Every decision made in fear, in anger, in hunger for control. He had the wrong guides. The wrong truths. The wrong self. But now? Now he’s being offered a different choice.

“Wrong” again, because there were so many points where he could have turned back—so many people who tried to reach him—and he didn’t listen. Obi-Wan. Padmé. Even himself. It wasn’t just one wrong moment. It was a lifetime of them.

“Too long” because the price of that delay is irreversible. Padmé is gone. The Jedi are gone. The galaxy is scarred. And he’s dying. He doesn’t get to come back. He doesn’t get to rebuild. And in waiting this long, he didn’t just lose his own future—he stole it from Obi-Wan, too. Obi-Wan who loved him. Who walked away from Mustafar believing Anakin was lost. Who spent years in exile on Tatooine, watching over Luke from afar, tormented by guilt, buried in grief. That’s what “too long” means. Not just for Anakin—but for the brother he betrayed. And yet, even after all that, he gets this. One act. One truth. One right sound.

He saves Luke. He saves his son. And in doing that, he does something else—he makes the future possible.

Not too late for Luke. Not too late for the future.

This song doesn’t just fit anakin—it echoes him.

The way this track spirals through regret, fury, confusion, identity—it hits every part of Anakin’s story with uncanny precision. Not just in theme, but in rhythm. In language. In emotional cadence.

And coming at this as both a Depeche Mode fan and a Star Wars fan? That overlap feels electric.

It’s not just that Wrong captures the mood. It captures the architecture of his downfall. Every verse cracks open another layer of who Anakin was, what he feared, how far he fell, and what it cost him to make one thing right in the end.

There’s something kind of stunning about seeing two pieces of art—written in entirely different worlds—line up like this. As if they were always meant to find each other. And when they do, they don’t overwrite each other—they amplify.

This post isn’t meant to redefine Wrong, or imply that it was written with Anakin in mind. The original song stands on its own—brilliant, biting, and defiant—and this interpretation is purely my own. It’s not about overlap or authorial intent. It’s about applying one piece of art to another and letting that resonance unfold.

And in choosing to follow it through to the end, I’m consciously treating the original trilogy as the close of Anakin’s story—his fall, his redemption, his legacy. I know the sequels extend the narrative, but for me, the curtain falls with his final act aboard the Death Star.

And when it falls, it sounds like this song.

#starpains ramblings #anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #look i know it's weird but if you spend a minute to listen to the song and then read my word vomit it will make sense #it DOES make sense both when i'm sober and when i'm not #my initial ramblings about this were absolutely ridicculous and i think both asteroidmiyoko and ladyofthebruinen can confirm #i tried to make it as cohesive as i could #hopefully you can enjoy how wrong is legit the anakin hymn #now i shall go and hide and die of embarassment #Spotify

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