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 k** 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...