A disease is under my fingernails   it stains me like a tattoo   A disease is under my fingernails   staining 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   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 & tears   A tongue explodes into my mouth   a taste of coma & tears   Back on the Rack   my shape of rage   your face is familiar   from another cage      and we could swim....