the 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....