Flesh Sözleri

By the Egyptian Gate

I wait in my penance vest

I've never been so lost before

so I can't help myself possessed

I want to be torn through

the material of your flesh

Your husband lies unconscious

on Samuda's precipice

I drink in the dead night air

and your astringent kiss

She's slovenly lovely

he's a moth over opium

so long time stone cold sober

now marked down for delirium

her perfume draws his blood out

and back to this asylum slum

One man, one woman

walk around Newington Green

the worst case of resemblance

in N16

I hate having to desire you

hate feeling this again

I hate having to desire you

in common with other men

My fellow-creature-gods look out

to be mutually blessed

this therapeutic age leaves them cold

so fashionably distressed

but I just want to be torn through

the material of your flesh

"Cheer up, it'll never happen" they said

"not every candle burns

lighting up these lonely nights

in this century of germs

so ... many ... happy ... returns"

"Cheer up it'll never happen" they said

"we're here on your behalf"

"It already has" I said

they evaporate and laugh

I hate having to desire you

hate feeling this again

I hate having to desire you

in common with other men

The best in life

it's nothing special

remember who said it

our lives are running

oh my little death

this is forever

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