Come awaynCome away with me,nYou perfect, perfect shellnYou nautilus, nautilusnnI will treat you so wellnI'll take you up from this hellnMy gracious host,nyou're my lovernwon't you be my concubine?nnThe pleasure's all minenYour pleasures are all mine nTo twist and turn aroundnIn figure eights and out of placenRefuse the bounty of his right for the hunger of his left handnnI'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweatnI'm the garments, stuck to your skin, drenched and dripping wetnI'm a spring of flowing fume and fretnnA barren spring nOf fume and fret is coursing its' way through everything nInside of menAnd I know what won't ever sink nWill slowly swim nTo the bottomnnJust promise not to see me as I am (Or what I'll become)nA pestilential scabnThe scarlet of sunburned skin nI will stick to you like a wet cloth (You just can't shed)nI will cling to you like a child to his mother's breastnYou fertile crop,nI won't be shed.nnI saw my shining shield and armor rustnI felt my posture bow and fall to dustnBut all the vigils, and the stakes I claimednCouldn't take the sting from out my shamenCouldn't take the color from the stainnThat I became nThe stain that I becamennI'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweatnI'm the garments, stuck to your skin, drenched and dripping wetnI'm a spring of flowing fume and fretnI'm the melody stuck inside your headnnWhat have I become?