And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed

I can't give you up, 'till I've got more than enough
So infect me with your love
Nurse me into sickness
Nurse me back to health
Endow me with the gifts of the man made world

Take me by the hands
And walk me to the end of the pier
Run your fingers through my hair
And tell me what I wanna hear
Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth?
From my scrotum to your womb
Your cradle to my tomb

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