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A disease is under my fingernails
it stains me like a tattoo
A disease underneath my fingernails
staining 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...