A disease is under my fingernails

It stains me like a tattoo



Back on the rack

Aching with time

Your face is familiar

From another crime



And we could swim

We could swim

My little fishes and me



Overgrown senses prickle and 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

We could swim

My little fishes and me