Lyrics Imp of the Perverse - Lou Reed

Imp of the Perverse

Death by a visitation from God
Death by a visitation from God
I am shadow
Things material and spiritual
Maternal
Can be heavy
Suffocating
There are seven iron lamps
Which illumine our senses
Seven knives
Seven iron lamps to illumine our senses
And seven bells to celebrate the resurrection
Two marble balls in a sack
One long and slender candle
One mouth
Two reckonings
Consternation and treachery
Are you listening
Are you listening to me
Are you paying attention to me
I am shadow
Seven iron lamps
Seven oboes
Two small balls
And one tiny candle
Tiny candle
One pathetic flame
Embers dying
Dying
Five creatures from the monolith
Seven whispers from the catacombs
Five and seven numbing mumbling speeches
Are you listening
I am drawn to do what I should not
Guilty, guilty, guilty guilty
No, no, never never no
Seven mornings
Thirteen moons
Five wolves
One silk spread morning
Seven bells for seven senses
Each one lusting lusting
Guiltily
Two milk fed glands ripe and red tipped
Are you listening my little mouse
Each sense ripped from its bodice
Each gland primed to its overflow
Do you hear me my little mouse man
Do you hear me little cock
Semen
Are you listening
My little tumescence smear
Ligeia
I stand on the edge and am drawn to it
Guilt
I am shadow