Adam II (Infirmary)

Like to keep me so sick
Just to mend me a little bit
Lips of sewage
You know that I’ve gone septic
And I don’t want to get better
No, I just want to be in your arms
Keep me in a hospital bed
Sigh over me, my angel of death
Hook me up to machines
Have them all breathe for me
Drift in saline highs
Cold and sterilized
Wrapped in wet white sheets
Pale and shivering
And my head is getting heavy
And I just want to be in your arms
Keep me in a hospital bed
Sigh over me, my angel of death
Keep me weak, keep me dependent on you
Keep me meek, keep me needing you