Cure Orgy
			
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...