The Receiving End of Sirens Follow

You perfect, perfect shell, you nautilus, nautilus
I will treat you so well, I'll take you up from this hell
My gracious host, you're my lover, won't you be my concubine?

The pleasure's all mine
Your pleasures are all mine to twist and turn around
In figure eights and out of place
Refuse the bounty of his right for the hunger of his left hand

A barren spring of fume and fret is coursing it's way
(I'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweat)
Through everything inside of me
(I'm the garments stuck to your skin)

And I know what won't ever sink
(Drenched and dripping wet)
Will slowly swim to the bottom
(I'm a spring of flowing fume and fret)

Just promise not to see me as I am
(Or what I'll become)
A pestilential scab
The scarlet of sunburned skin

I will stick to you like a wet cloth
(You just can't shed)
I will cling to you like a child to his mother's breast
You fertile crop, I won't be shed

I saw my shining shield and armor rust
I felt my posture bow and fall to dust
But all the vigils, and the stakes I claimed
Couldn't take the sting from out my shame
Couldn't take the color from the stain that I became
The stain that I became

I'm the fervor of the fever you can't sweat
I'm the garments stuck to your skin
Drenched and dripping wet
I'm a spring of flowing fume and fret
I'm the melody stuck inside your head

What have I become?

You perfect, perfect shell, you nautilus, nautilus
I will treat you so well, I'll take you up from this hell