Orgy
The Glove Lyrics


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A disease is under my fingernails
It stains me like a tattoo

Back on the rack
Aching with time
Your face is familiar
From another crime
And we could swim, we could swim
My little fishes and me

Overgrown senses prickle and spark
The flesh is in the palm of my hand

Back on the rack
Love under will
Your face is familiar
From another kill

A tongue explodes into mouth
A taste of coma and tears

Back on the rack
My shape of rage
Your face is familiar
From another cage





And we could swim...

Overall Meaning

The Glove's song Orgy is a deeply metaphorical and layered piece that contains a number of themes and perspectives. The opening lyrics, "A disease is under my fingernails, it stains me like a tattoo", suggest a sense of unease or guilt that the singer is feeling, as if they have something inside of them that they cannot fully expunge. The idea of a "stain" that cannot be removed implies a sense of shame or remorse.


The repeated refrain of "Back on the rack" adds to this sense of being trapped or confined, as if the singer is caught in a cycle of self-destructive behavior or negative patterns. The imagery of a "face [that] is familiar from another crime/kill/cage" adds to this, suggesting a repetition of harmful behavior, or perhaps a sense of haunting or oppression by past actions.


The line "And we could swim, we could swim, my little fishes and me" can be read in a number of ways. On one hand, it could be seen as a fantasy or escape, a way of fleeing from the oppressive reality of the singer's life. On the other, it could be seen as a sinister or perverse act, with the "little fishes" standing in for victims or objects of desire. The subsequent lines about "overgrown senses prickle and spark" and "the flesh is in the palm of my hand" add to this sense of danger and transgression.


Overall, Orgy is a complex and layered song that resists easy interpretation. However, it is clear that it deals with themes of guilt, confinement, and desire, suggesting a world in which individuals are trapped by their own impulses and unable to escape.


Line by Line Meaning

A disease is under my fingernails
I feel like there's something festering inside of me that I can't quite shake


It stains me like a tattoo
This thing that's inside of me feels like a permanent mark that will never go away


Back on the rack
I feel like I'm being put away and forgotten


Aching with time
The time passing feels like a heavy burden that's weighing me down


Your face is familiar
I've seen you before, and I remember you


From another crime
You were there when something bad happened before, and I associate you with that memory


And we could swim, we could swim
Despite everything going on, there's still a sense of possibility and freedom


My little fishes and me
I feel like I'm responsible for those around me, and I want to protect them


Overgrown senses prickle and spark
I'm very sensitive to everything around me, and it feels overwhelming


The flesh is in the palm of my hand
I feel like I have control over something or someone, and it's a bit unnerving


Love under will
There's something almost ritualistic about what's happening between us


A tongue explodes into mouth
Something unexpected and intense is happening between us


A taste of coma and tears
This intense experience feels almost otherworldly and emotionally charged


My shape of rage
I'm feeling very angry, and it's hard to control


Your face is familiar
Youre someone I know, but it feels like you're a stranger


From another kill
I remember you from a time when violence happened, and it's affecting how I see you now


From another cage
This situation feels very restrictive and confining, and it's hard to escape from




Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ROBERT JAMES SMITH, STEVEN SEVERIN

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