Flesh
Luxuria Lyrics

By the Egyptian Gate
The singer is at a physical location near an Egyptian Gate.

I wait in my penance vest
The singer is waiting at the location while wearing a penance vest.

I've never been so lost before
The singer feels more disoriented than ever before.

So I can't help myself possessed
The confusion is causing the artist to feel possessed or out of control.

I want to be torn through
The artist desires to experience something violent or intense.

The material of your flesh
The singer wants to experience the physical sensation of tearing through flesh.

Your husband lies unconscious
The singer is aware that the person's husband is unconscious.

On Samuda's precipice
The location of the husband's unconsciousness is on Samuda's precipice.

I drink in the dead night air
The artist is actively inhaling the still night air.

And your astringent kiss
The artist has recently kissed the person and describes it as a bitter, pungent flavor.

She's slovenly lovely
The person is disheveled, but the singer still finds them attractive.

He's a moth over opium
The person's husband is described as being drawn to something that will ultimately harm him.

So long time stone cold sober
The person has been sober for an extended period of time.

Now marked down for delirium
The person is in danger of slipping back into a state of confusion or madness.

Her perfume draws his blood out
The person's scent is affecting the husband and causing him to lose control.

And back to this asylum slum
The husband is returning to a place of confinement where he feels trapped.

One man, one woman
The artist is observing a particular couple.

Walk around Newington Green
The couple is physically present in Newington Green.

The worst case of resemblance
The couple strongly resemble each other and it disturbs the singer.

In N16
The couple is specifically located in the N16 neighborhood.

I hate having to desire you
The artist feels conflicted about their attraction to the person and wishes it wasn't the case.

Hate feeling this again
The artist has felt this way before and finds it unpleasant to experience the same feeling again.

My fellow-creature-gods look out
The people observing the singer are described as fellow creatures that are watching from a distance.

To be mutually blessed
The artist wants to find a sense of camaraderie with these other observers.

This therapeutic age leaves them cold
The current cultural emphasis on therapy and self-improvement isn't resonating with the singer and these other observers.

So fashionably distressed
The observer suspects that some of these people are pretending to be upset or anxious because it's trendy or fashionable to do so.

But I just want to be torn through
Despite the singer's confusion and conflicted feelings, they still desire to experience something intense.

The material of your flesh
Again, the artist wants to experience the sensation of tearing through flesh.