A disease is under my fingernails

It stains me like a tattoo

Back on the rack

Aching w/ time

Your face is familiar

From another crime

And we could swim, we could swim

My little fishes and me

Overgrown senses prickle + spark

The flesh is in the palm of my hand

Back on the rack

Love under will

Your face is familiar

From another kill

A tongue explodes into my mouth

A taste of coma and tears

Back on the rack

My shape of rage

Your face is familiar

From another cage

And we could swim...