Babylon
The Whores of Babylon Lyrics

Two feet have I
My own body, my own existence

Pillars of putrid meat
My body is decaying, rotting of flesh

Standing so tall among my
My body, even as it withers, stands tall and resolute

Icons of filth
The decaying body, a byproduct of living and existing

With gargoyle eyes
My personal perception of the world is grotesque, warped and nightmarish

I see
With my own eyes, my own perception

The Christ he's smiling at me
Religious iconography, redemption and forgiveness

His phosphorous grin
Illumination, the divine power of light

An absolution for all my sins
Forgiveness for acts I have committed for which I am guilty

And in this room
This room, this place I am in

The walls covered with flies
This place, vermin-infested and filled with decay and pestilence

I'm seen through their myriad eyes
The flies see me as I am, the foulest of vile creatures by their standards

The alien eyes
The flies see me with an alien perspective- of being unnatural and detestable

I'm seen somewhere else
This reinforces the alien perception and highlights the entrapment within the situation

Seen through the windows of Hell
The entrapment is compared to Hell- a place of torment, suffering and finality

Few million light years from home
This is to further indicate the hopelessness and lack of control

I am searching for a different kind of
With the realization of the hopelessness, comes the yearning to change it

Insanity
The insanity is the yearning for something unknown and intangible that will provide relief

The Babylon astronaut
The Babylon astronaut represents a person who has crossed into new, unknown territory- and is possibly looking for something new and unknown

Could you leave it all behind?
In this new territory- both literally and metaphorically- should one let go of everything that one knew before

(There is no evil)
Reinforcing the possibility of new knowledge and understanding

I see the stars painted on the window's glass
The beauty of the new territory, the idiosyncrasies that make it beautiful and different

Seven planets supporting the nothingness
The planets and the vastness of the empty space reinforce a sense of scale and knowledge

And I am happy
The knowledge and the beauty, even if fleeting, have made me happy in this moment

Nothing more nothing less
There is no ulterior motive to this happiness, it is pure and simple

Something came to my room
A new, possibly dangerous element has entered

As flies on the ceiling
The perceived threat- the flies- is something that was always there and can come at any moment

Coming down on me
The perceived threat has become real

One by one
The perceived threat will attack me systematically

And their hairy limbs
The perceived threat becomes real, repulsive and grotesque

Crawling on my naked skin
The perceived threat is personal, physical and vicious

The motherfuckers screwing on me
The threat, beyond being repulsive and physical, causes violation and subjugation

Insect sex
The threat becomes alien, perverse and detached from conventional norms

No
In this moment of defenselessness and eventual violation, there is a defiant response

I won't move
In a situation where there seems to be no escape or respite, one can still choose to resist

As my ears are laden with eggs
The path to violation, subjugation and domination continues and deepens

Close my eyes
With no physical escape, it's better to shut oneself off from the physical world and retreat inwards

And dream of being back in the womb
Even with the retreat inwards, one still yearns for safety and safety in a way that was pure and natural

"Under the juniper trees Talking cats and silver boots filled with Blood"
The retreat inwards goes beyond safety and takes a turn towards surreal dreams

Could you leave it all behind?
The surreal dream and the yearning for safety and purity remains- and the question of whether to let go to attain that dream becomes important again

Under another sun I'll grow saturnine
A return to the surreal dream- the new sun and its personal effects on the soul

Lay siege to heaven in fever dreams
The surreal dream takes a violent turn- possibly due to encroachment of the physical threat or the realization of the futility of hope

And I smash my head
Violence is a personal choice or manifestation of the surreal dream

Into the window's glass
A personal expression of pain, loss and frustration

And see the stars coming down at last
The surreal dream comes full circle- with the stars coming down, in reality or in the dream, and the realization of a lack of control and agency