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 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...