Orgy

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