The memory of all that blood was enough to 'make my flesh crawl/creep'. [=to make me feel disgusted, afraid, etc.]
I try to get up early and exercise, though sometimes 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak'.
pleasures of the 'flesh' [=physical pleasures, such as eating, drinking, and having sex]
(..) "Who is the living food for the machines in Metropolis-?!" "Who lubricates the machine joints with their own blood-?!" "Who feeds the machines with their own flesh--?!" "Let the machines starve, you fools-! Let them die-!!" "Kill them- the machines-!!" "You are not Maria-!!!" "YOU ARE NOT MARIA-!" (..)1927 Metropolis