Dr. Manhattan - Camping Ground lyrics

Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand. I can't speak to well. I am buried in sand. My esophagus is dry. I am sinking in. I ain't talk good. What'll I do when I get hungry? A feeding troll greets my soul. She seeks control. But me I'm not seduced. An easy take. Your teeth will break when you'll mistake. The nipple is Medusa's. Dad-"Why did you bring them here?" Foster child-"Sorry dad. I did not know." Lend me some dollar. But I can't pay you back. I have no labor. I'm drinking up the fruits of loved ones. I'm thirsty now. I wish to warm your skulls with kisses and bold love. Do you understand? What'll you do when you get moody? Eeee, I know. I need to grow. I've always been slow. Eating from the giving tree. I'm full. I'll eat my soul. You seek control but, me; I'm not seduced at all. Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand. I can't speak to well. I am buried in sand.