Lyrics:
A disease is under my fingernailsIt stains me like a tattooBack on the rackAching with timeYour face is familiarFrom another crimeAnd we could swimWe could swimMy little fishes and meOvergrown senses prickle and sparkThe flesh is in the palm of my handBack on the rackLove under willYour face is familiarFrom another killA tongue explodes into my mouthA taste of coma and tearsBack on the rackMy shape of rageYour face is familiarFrom another cageAnd we could swimWe could swimMy little fishes and me